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Mar 2015
I'm not sure you are proud of me
I'm trying my best I hope you can see
My life isn't the way it used to be
I'm living it as though it's my last
Day alive, it ain't perfect but I'm
Blessed to have what I have,
Knowing full well it can be taken
Away from me in a blink of an
Eye. So many things that happen
In this life that are tragic, it's too
Short to always be in the gloom
Need to rise up and know that
I Can't always change the doom
But I can live my life in the here
And now, smiling a little more,
Grateful for the people that are
In my life.
james arthur powell
Written by
james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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