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In the Evening...

A few verses at the evening of life.
As I grow older,
The past slips in and out,
And tries to trap me...
But I walk on,
Leaving the past behind.

Regrets – hurts – highs – joys,
Dark shadows,
Foil for bright colors...
Chords – discords – silence,
The music of my life.

Frail yet strong,
Nothing can hold back or bind,
The freedom of my soaring mind...
There are no shoulds or woulds,
No fetters of tyrannical thought.

When the shadows lengthen,
And I live by the glow of my child's star,
I know He is there, close at hand...
He has led me this far,
He will lead me through.
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Published: 7/3/2015
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