TURNING 50

 

From my old high school poem:

"...So you played the game

And you've lost;

And you've been battered, and you're bleeding..."

It was like a game, indeed...

But not for the score

But for the game.

Not for the age

But how you have aged....

There might be blood

And scars

But not the pain

But for the love,

And the spirit

To welcome Him again,

Because somewhere along the way

I lost Him.

But He was always there

Waiting for me, patiently waiting for me.

Not for the score

But for the game

Called Life.

 

 

August 21, 2008