Somtimes life can seem like a fog.

I might forgive but I will never forget.

Forgiving is the same as letting someone know how you feel,

Forgetting is a dream in the fog not letting me reach my destination.

Still here but hard to see the truth,

Glory, pain, and property takes over the man.

Wealth and health is his determination,

In the fog, strength and ability is dense.

Falling sends you to poverty,

Forever toiling in the ashes of stress and despair.

My time in the fog, fair and bleak, can’t see far,

Finding nothing, lost in the fog.

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  • Marie Milton on Aug 5, 2009

    Arn’t we all lost in the fog : ) I’m still trying to find my way out…hehe…I nice piece of work… : )

  • Marie Milton on Aug 5, 2009

    I mean ‘A’ nice piece of work : ) not ‘I’ nice piece or work..hehehe

  • Payge on Aug 21, 2009

    very nice piece and does agree…we all get lost in the fog here and there.Finding our way out isn\’t so easy.

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