By
Bud Lemire
In a tangled up net
Of things you didn't do
You had to be you
Don't feel bad, of choices you took
You traveled the pages, to make your own book
You had to experience, you had to explore
The journey of life, so you could become more
When you chisel a sculpture, it turns out alright
A lifetime traveler, is embraced by the light
The finished product, looks pretty good
Sometimes we ponder on the “If We Could”
The role that you played
Was how you were made
Chiseled, with every moment passing by
Turning out, as beauty to the eye
You are who you are, be proud to be you
The trials of time, is what you went through
You've learned about life, love, and much more
Became much wiser, with the burdens you bore
Never look back, to what could have been
You've mastered you, and that was then
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