Wasted Days

Poem By Nick Sym

I have lived to be a ripe old age,
for what reason, I still do not know why
Thinking about how I used my years,
I put my hands to my face and cry

Trying to tell the young ones,
that life is Gods special gift
Gives me a sense of accomplishment,
and somehow closes the age old rift

How many years have we wasted,
how many have we seen fly by
Were you given the chance,
to grab a piece of the cosmic pie

In our children we all shall live,
but I lost mine long ago
And for a while my spirit was dead,
my head hung very low

Now Jesus Christ brings love in my heart,
and I am able to smile with my friends
I will always listen for Gods word
no matter what he sends.

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