Wednesday, May 31, 2017

self talk

By Queen Anne’s gate I met my fate.
Would I thrive or simply survive?
Would I receive hope or simply cope?
Could I believe what I would receive?
In Queen Anne’s meadow I met a fellow.
He heard me pray and seemed to say;
“Do you want to remain or should you be slain?”
I could not decide since I had no pride.
On Queen Anne’s road I met a toad.
He knew my life had been one of strife.
He told me that to my prayer God gave a nod.
At Queen Anne’s gate keep walking straight.

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