Life has been as it should be
A day to live and too conceive
That not all will go as I would like
But make the most of too dislikes
Each day a gift, if just in breath
Chapters but mine before my death
Live to live if all that's left
Through laughter and the sighs that come
Through sorrow and the hard goodbyes
Today a day still yet not done
For all these things will someday come
Stray at times through corridors
That left their mark of opened door
Where loves scent left its trail and still
Keeps things we breathe and needs are filled
My sentiment, Achilles heel
Downfall at times holds no appeal
But it is what makes the one
That writes again, me, that someone
Holding to dreams and too the good
Sometimes I too misunderstood
Are too facets of my disguise
If truth be told almost demise
Yet real will knock and interrupt
Another day to help mop up
The mess at times that I have made
Of things, of life, my Savior saved
