My 100th Post
What in days I have that I'd like to remember
And what in life do I have to forget forever?
For moving on is a part of life
And one who lives not this part of life
Is one who strives to live others, but can't.
What, in circumstances do I have to face
And what in pleasures do I have to trace?
For one life is a little too much
And awkwardly too less to embrace
Him, His character and His grace.