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Dawn Beckons
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Dawn Beckons
Half my life (or more) has passed.
Only God can tell.
I sit here in the midst of it and
ponder Heaven or Hell.
The mark on life, I hoped to make,
(I was a youthful fool),
Has lost its shine as years have passed.
I'm found here--still in school.
When now I've time to think on my
mistakes as well as goals,
I look again at what is left.
What yet for me unfolds?
I cannot dwell on hurtful past,
I dare not wait for dreams.
The landscape as I see it now,
a bronzed and sepia'd thing,
Could Sunset be or yet the best
that I have ever known.
I smile and meet it joyfully.
Dawn beckons and I come.
