The Master Beckons
One year gone, another one ahead.
I look back in shock amidst life's dreary dreg.
It's true, I've survived, but have I really thrived?
Ups and downs fill my mind, still through it all I tried,
Tried to do my best, but fallen every time,
Tried to be a man, but failed in the line.
Yet pulsing through it all I see a new rhyme,
One not of me but of He who gave a sign,
The Master beckons me for He's one of a kind.
Yes, one year is gone but I know others will come fine,
For I trust that my mistakes are put out of His mind.
This poem is about:
Me