Friday, August 24, 2007

Poem

Walking softly
never slowly;
part of me leaving
never this quickly.

Perhaps I will stop,
present a smile;
woefully I go
to again find my way.

Now in these hours
tall days, short nights;
finding my way
til time is done.

1 comment:

  1. Anonymous4:36 PM

    Graduation in 112 days and counting . . . Hun - you are doing amazing and God is going to do amazing things in your life. I can't wait to see what He has in store for you. (mwah)

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