Shirlene, Nothing Happens By Chance
A youthful reed facing a wretched wind
Without root system to sustain her being.
Set in her ways and refusing to bend
Lacking faith beyond the life she was seeing.
But the tracks she was leaving in my life lay deep
Causing me to observe and intently stare.
Tracks that caused concerned eyes to weep
Wondering why God had chosen me to care.
In allowing us to cast a backward stare at life
We should become more thankful for who/what we are today.
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