Reflection
Reflections of the years gone by - A tear, a smile, a frown a sigh, -The winding roads embrace my life-I've fought for long, I'm o'er the strife- Days I trod with thoughts so sad-And dreams so many died- I step with pride and consciposness- The right I will find. Each day I toil-My feet get weak- When under stress I cannot sleep- My toils become reality-With life their's hope- Planted seeds I'll reap.
Copyright © Patricia Wilson | Year Posted 2012
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