How did I get to this place ?
I know I journeyed,
The rout is displaced
Did I walk or run in rain or in sun?
There must have been laughter, joy and fun
I must have cried too sorrow comes to everyone
It's strange to wonder and ponder ones life
I do it a lot I've been lover and wife
I'm neither now I like it that way
My life is my own having only my say
So it's good to look back once in a while Always moving forward in my very own style
When I take stock and look at my file,
I can honestly say it's all good with a smile
😉
©cazza
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