by Angie Cook
days have come, one by one,
seem to pass, before they've begun.
life is like, this collage of mine,
by layer.... I leave it behind.
that's done, is gone and past
me forward, to this day at last.
I look back, I now can see,
things that's made me, Me.
rest upon this path I've laid,
that this is the life I've made.
future is not in view to see,
I know its unfolding, is up to me.