My Journey
The years have passed
And my time wont last
The memories have amassed
Some were a blast
Others fragile as glass
At times I was abashed
Feeling like an outcast
But i will continue to steadfast
Through the dead hand of the past
While I engraft my spiritual life raft
Until my journey's end to God comes at long last
4/24/2017
Copyright © Jeremy Smith | Year Posted 2017
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