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The Sifting Of The
Sand
as I sit here dwelling on my thoughts
|I think of sifting sand that has brought
me to this spot, I think now how I tried
at times for control of life, I now know
that my lot in life has been preordained,
So now I am at ease with my thoughts.
as for now I have settled down with glee and
enjoyment doing the best with what I have,
I dare not lose my gust for new, while sifting
through the sand, For here I stand in the
sand not falling in the sand, I shan't be
emotionless, helpless, courage less and untrue
to the dreams I have which I wish to quest, A
"Beggars Bag" may very well contain more
riches than that of a tightly held bad of gold so
tightly held by a rich man's vanity. Think of
new and when thy lot has been laid, Think of
all thee can do with what thee is given, and do lots and lots……………………….
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