My Journey Through Life
On my journey through life
I carry with me, pride;
Keeping it under control
With some humility on the side.
I am proud of my heritage,
And those who’s last name that I share;
My parents and siblings
All helped to get me here.
I am proud of my children,
And the adults they’ve become;
And proud of coming grandchildren
With whom I’ll have much fun.
I am proud of my accomplishments,
As limited as they may be;
I found they were sufficient enough
To provide for my family.
I am proud of these poems I write,
Though they may lack artistic flare;
I am even proud of the fact
That gracefully I lost my hair.
And I find now that my life’s journey
Is beginning to near it’s end,
The pride doesn’t start to fade -
It only gets deepened.
So please don’t think of me
As being arrogant;
But, I am proud of my journey through life
And how my time was spent.
Written for the "I Carry With Me ..." contest, sponsored by Paula Swanson.
Written and posted on 5/10/2011
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