As I walk past these days May they remain past As I look forward May the future bears no resemblance With the past days As I grow with lack and scarcity May the days ahead be filled with plenty I've cried many bitter tears May I not know their taste again And if I must shed a tear May it spring from joy I've tasted the fruit of lies and dishonesty May its tree be withered from the roots I've seen fragility shatter to the force of evil May these shattered pieces color the days ahead I've been exposed to the scourge of the sun at a tender age Though my faces are patched with sunburns I still radiate this beautiful smile. And Lord, I'm grateful for your goodness May it flow throughout my fears. 04-02-2020 5:50pm (C) Tamara Dame's blog