Here I stand at the door once more as I have before and no doubt I will once more,
here on a threshold of time I see several paths of life entwine. I do not think it matters
which I choose for no whatever I do, somewhere along that road I will loose.
Time is laughing as it always does it has no worries or choices unlike the likes of us.
It does not toil or fall in grief it does not have to search and beg for relief.
It can mock us from afar for our lives to it matter not a bar.
The hand of fate, times closest friend is always there to trip us up and our roads to bend.
The two of them will have their fun and make sure we all pay in the end!
Praying at the crossroads of my life , may God help me cope with the
misery and the strife.