There is no way I’ll ever see
The budding days of infancy
Or travel in the path of ways
That haunted all my childhood days.
My youth was spiced with sacrifice
The age was cruel, not often nice
Its road was long I met defeat
But managed to land on my feet !
Alone that journey was too hard
That’s when I turned my face to God
He held my hand all through the years
He owns my life both smiles and tears,
I’ve no regrets left to remain
If I don’t pass this way again !
Claire V. Bogdanos 