Unto life a destiny end, never with disregard,

Life’s enemy never gone, our heart turns hard.

Joy and glee proceeds this feeling ours before,

It is in our heritage’s and our own life’s lore.



We are tempted to relinquish happiness and joy,

We become fascinated with our lives new toy.

We embark a theme leaving our love behind,

For an illusion of sanction in our job’s kind.



Unto a venture of unfilled tears compile,

Lost dreams of much love and happy trial.

Lost not the word that should be known,

Because unto the future we do surly own.



A gift is not that of great magnitude all,

Sometimes in us they begin very small.

We embark not for our own selves’ to betray,

No grief to another we are all smiles today.



Jim

Copyright 2011 Jim Long

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