Used As A Tool

L Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An instrument I am. To be used as a tool. But by 'who'? My own choices I make, Sometimes are derailed. I am conscious I believe. But when that leaves, Something else prevails. Faith and trust, Are with me as a must. And I have stumbled so much, Getting up is part of my routine. With a laughter that is done. And I know this is seen. An instrument I am. To be used as a tool. But by 'who'? I have been ill and healed, As if I am skilled at that too! Faith and trust, Are with me as a must. And I have stumbled so much, Getting up is part of my routine. With a laughter that is done. And I know this is seen. I don't do it for the attention. At my age that would be too obscene. My own choices I make, Sometimes are derailed. I am conscious I believe. But when that leaves, Something else prevails. 'Angels we have heard on high... Sweetly singing...'

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