Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Often

Often I’ve contemplated
death, without praying for it.

Often I’ve prayed for better
health, not knowing the result.

Often I’ve known how best to 
act, without behaving just.

Often I’ve behaved after
thought, not doing what I ought.

Often I’ve done just what I
ought, without feeling ’twas right.

Often I’ve felt my deeds were
right, not seeing any good.

I do see life is fleeting, 
not a thing lasts forever.

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