Still I don’t know where I’m going
by Lillian Bartholomew

Whatever I do

To mine own self

I must be true

My life is full

And overflowing

Still I don’t know

Where I am going

I make my plans for each new day

But things just don’t turn out that way

Sometimes my life is golden thread

At times it’s black and filled with dread

But like a tapestry as it unfolds

Comes blues and greens or red so bold

So, I have learned to accept each part

To live it with a thankful heart

I have a choice wear out or rust

To choose the first I know I must

Still I don’t know where I’m going.

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