Poems

Time

The good may end
that the best may come.
All great joy
is not yet gone.

Another day,
another time,
I welcome things
that are now mine.

Mine to bear,
mine to hold,
mine to make,
and mine to mold.

The responsibility
that God gives
is all the same to us–
to live!

To welcome times,
coming fast;
the good may end,
but the best will last.

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