Being alone and wondering why,
Reflecting on my regrets, and yet
knowing they have all pasted as yesterday.
What does the future hold?
Looking to the future, attempting to make a plan,
knowing that plans are often broken.
Is my life merely a token?
Yet knowing God determines,
the weak and the strong,
the young and the old,
the rich and the poor,
the living and the dead.
What does it all mean?
Stanley T. Crawford
Copyright 1994
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