Life's Question

Life’s Question My life, I question, did I waste? Where it is rooted is its place? Sometimes I feel I do not belong, from a decision I choose that was wrong. Perhaps I shall never know, where it was I was supposed grow? My daily struggle to do my best, not knowing what it is I quest. No answer seems to be right, and yet another day has now become night. One thing I am happy to say, “I am glad to see another day.” To attempt to right things I have gotten wrong, and set them the way they belong. No one said life was a breeze, truth and honesty make it more at ease. There is always a brighter side, if you can’t find it, you have not tried. copyright 2006 Joe Theriot