It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a jamboree of all sorts,
A patchwork of joys and regrets.
You remember the days when you mess up,
The days when sadness brings tears,
But you forget all those small happy moments
When it's laughter that brings you to tears.
If only we could be happy forever,
To look forward, not think of the past,
Our lives would be full of elation,
With sadness a ghost of the past.
A Day Away
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Keep On Smiling
As you travel on life's way
Don't Judge A Book By Its Cover
Do not judge me
My Steps..
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
Book: A Title Of Life
Life is a series of written pages,
Be Proud Of Who You Are
I come with no wrapping or pretty pink bows.
Faith And Courage In Life
In life, some people will hurt us and cause us pain,
The Ghost Of My Past
Fumbling, stumbling,
I Am Trying
I know there's something great in me,
A Choice Is Mine
Life may not let me select my lot,
