I am only a traveler in this time,

Who seeks for my life to rhyme.

But nature and life a different plan,

I can do in this life what I can.

Gray skies always give way to the blue,

I know in the past in character I grew.

And so as I move in to the future,

I don’t worry about my departure.

Can we ever live to the ideal?

It is a question that I appeal.

We are not of that which is made,

Because soon that will fade.

Ours is of devotion to truth,

That will always seem aloof.

But of this we don’t despair,

We know we could be more fair!

So the days pass with time again,

Today is the day we must begin.

And now on our face is a bright grin,

Because we live for life to be begin.

Copyright 2011 Jim Long

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