Sonedays I'm the windshield,Some days I'm the bug.
Life's twists and turns
can shake me like a rug.When fortune shines
bright upon my face,And I feel the warmth of blessings
grace. But there comes
days when sorrow takes its toll
And I'm the bug that hits the windshield cold.
This road of my life,fickle
and unfair,Has left me bruised and floating in despair.
But in the darkest hour,I didn't lose my way.My life's
a mux of joy and dismay.
I embrace each moment highs and lows,From every challenge, my strength it shows.When I face the thought of giving in,I remember this and let my spirit win,Life's a game where fate can twist and tug,Sone days your the windshield,Some days your the bug. ,,
© Oceans......