Through the seasons of my life I have come to an understanding with Time who by nature slips away offering neither apology nor gratitude , taking in equal trade joy or sorrow with no bias for either shown . For within the years I’ve spent living this life never has stroke of time gained nor faltered at proclamation of my satisfaction or disgruntlement. Thus disbelief has faded from my mind Sun rises and falls without seeking my permission.
Writing in twelve lines frustration
Bitter pill I swallow
Wanting to write but obstruction
Bummer but not wallow
Minor problem or great crushing
If God wants will allow
Could be I am one that's rushing
Wait on the Lord just bow
Displeasure my disgruntlement
But Lord my age is old
Wait for acknowledgement
Then words penned will be gold
When I waited on the Lord, He renewed my strength..
In honor of Brian Strand
Contest:Rhyme, max twelve lines
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Written by: Sara Kendrick
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