Perhaps you are alone
Sitting in your home
The future unknown
Is the future your own?
Do you sit and worry?
Does life every get blurry?
When you see people hurry
Do you feel the need to scurry?
Is your life lived on a limb?
Do you chant a daily hymn?
Do you do things on a whim?
Do you look at life as grim?
Or, are you the kind
Who will just let life unwind?
As you clean out your mind
Leaving each day far behind
(c) 8-14-2018
8-15-2026/RjH
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Author:
Raymond Hansell (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 15th, 2026 16:20
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