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Life's Tree of Dreams

If I speak of time as my friend
don't think unkind of me
for accepting that my time
is my destiny.

For, my yesterdays
were my playground
Where I nurtured on the day
and with each passing day
Put my childish things away.

If I speak of time as my friend
As my life drindles to its end
And I still behold tomorrow
as a hope filled day
Don't think bad of me
For in all my years of living I've found,
What ever is meant to be will be.

For, I have traveled the highways
that lead to nowhere
Got lost in the fields of dispair
And grasped for things
I could not reach on Life's tree of dreams.

I have lived both sides of life
because at times
they looked the same
until life took and twisted my heart
a couple of times
And taught me things that I never forgot.
Lessons painted in my mind
And engraved on my heart.

What lesson can have such power?
you might ask.
The one that say 'there can be no future,
until there's lived the past.'
-Janice Sanford/Jan Tetstone

written in 2005

By Heartsong

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