I drew a picture of my past
The canvas filled with dreams
People, places things I’d known
No spaces in between
When completed I stepped back
And viewed the good and bad
All the joys and errors made
Some which made me sad
I grasped an air brush in my hand
I’d make the errors fade
So I could hold my head up high
Removing foolish ways
But as I worked upon the scene
The image was restored
As quickly as I wiped them out
They took their place once more
I realized that what we are
Is mirrored from the past
Mistakes I made along the way
A lesson that will last
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Sue you are totally amazing with your poetry. Keep up the excellent work. I’m sure you will hit a spark in everyones lives that read them, including mine.
Love Carol and Al