Life is like a lava lamp. This was intended to be a sad poem, but that’s not how God wired me. The poem ends on a note of joy.
Sometimes I miss those days when I
Could dream about my future years
Big plans, big hopes, I’d think Big Sky
Thoughts. Not afraid — I had no fears.
And life seemed like a lava lamp
Both unpredictable and fun,
But now my plans I must revamp
My carefree days I think are done.
I once had hoped to see the world
To travel after I retire
My flag of dreams won’t be unfurled
My plans are bogged down in the mire.
And yet … a man I am, with life!
I still have things that I can do
I shan’t complain (we all have strife)
And best of all, I still have you.
I’ll sing unto the hills this day
And smile and praise God anyway
With gratitude to Him I’ll pray
Oh thank you Lord, to Him I’ll say.
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