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by Michael Sep 30, 2021
Life, society /
meaning of life
In times of fear, not all is clear
for tunnels bend, before they end.
My mind can stray, I lose my way
but keep the light, within my sight.
Like scattered seeds, among the weeds,
I must push through, to pastures new
To rise and bloom, I shall subsume
what lies within, the thick and thin.
I cannot change, or rearrange
for what is done, has now begun
I am alone, but shall atone
a different way, to live each day.
A rocky road, is not foretold,
so in the now, is all I know,
for yesterday, is history
tomorrow is a mystery.