Futile Plans

When all my futile plans
don't stand and I am
denied a helping hand
I have to look within
to him & remember
that I can
restart a new day
a new life again
all my plans may be made to crumble
my footsteps may lead me to stuFurble
my actions may cause me trouble
my best intentions may cause miss direction
my only lesson in finding myself again
fenced in, through these trials and testing’s
is I find again
I have to rely on him
that I may see the blessing
all my efforts to do better
could be gone in a second
only to find I needed him
all along
like I need him
this second

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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