Take this in, deep down inside.

With all the wrong and all the right.

Only you know, only you see.

The truth within, what will be.


Unwritten is our destiny.

Never to know what the future holds.

Only you can choose which way it goes.


Bidding our time, taking it slow.

This, of course, is what we know.

To choose the course that is the safest,

Isn’t always the right basis.


Our time on earth is precious.

With every breath comes new perspective.

Always doing what you think is right,

Isn’t always our destined flight.

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world


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