ForeverJesus6

The Glory Days

Ah, the glory days -

although I must say,

that they were years for me.

I remember them vividly:

no responsibilities,

not caring about anyone,

having no stability,

no security,

and getting into trouble.

It helped me to learn early,

that friends are a fickle group.

Did I have ever fun?

Oh, did I ever have fun!

I remember those days,

like a baby remembers,

their loving mother.

Yet still, they are all,

a distant memory.

For that I am glad.

I put aside,

my childish ways,

long ago.

I no longer selfishly,

live for myself.

I now selflessly live for the Lord.

Still, I choose not to forget,

about my glory days.

So I may relize,

the lack of glory,

that they truely brought me.

Therefore, I let my,

clears throat...

so called glory days,

be a testimony,

to my own self.

That way I may see,

where the Lord has brought me from.

Comments2

  • orchidee

    A fine write Forever.

  • Suresh

    You find yourself in a good place now, and while the past is never truly forgotten, the present has subdued it. Fine write.



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