The gift of life is a miracle
Such a precious thing
For it to be wasted for any reason
Is without doubt, a shame
How often do we diminish and why
What could have been?
We lay the answer at the foot of
One of the Seven Deadly Sins
We show our weakness
No miracle in wasting the gift
Nothing precious to be savored
Or looked upon with pride
The difficult ways can prepare us for failure
We learn recovery and continuance
We’re strengthened and acquainted with determination
Out spirit is filled and the cup overflows
Easy paths cannot keep pace
There is no strengthening
No decisions to make leaving us empty
Smiles are replaced by disappointment
Anger and frustration become our guides
Roads chosen are dark, dank, and distant
We trade our light for the fool’s gold
We sell the gift of life to the highest bidder
We find our self alone without a clue
Nothing left, except perhaps
To pray the prayer of a fool
By Steve Haarman
11/28/21
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