Poetry: Call Me Blessed!

Call Me Blessed!

Born with a silver spoon that turned clay
That was night that has turned day
To a thousand better past I’d say nay
The perils behind arose the sun to make hay

Love was a luxury
History checkered as scrabble
The future was a dark mystery
Here now it’s all hails and bubble

My very essence misled
I drowned in the desert’s sea
Cursed by the words of the lost
I listened and it ailed my soul

I died a death of tomorrow
I live the dreams of a future
Soaked in the laughter of the sun
And deep sorrows of the night

Now by His very hands I’m led
Paths of gold I tread
The days to come would be read
And you all would call me blessed!


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