The Problem
The Problem ~*~ By Grace Stone
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God came to me today and said,
"Your life you may live again;
You may pick it up where ere you wish
And start all over again".
At once I began to ponder,
And mull over this life of mine
Should I pick it up at Thirty?
Or perhaps I should start at Nine.
I'd made many mistakes you see
During the years in between;
I'd hurt a great many people
But then I was only Sixteen.
Ah, Twenty I thought,
Thats the year that is best;
I'll start all over from there
And forget about all the rest.
But each year I decided upon
The bigger the Problem grew,
Because it's a big decision
To start your life anew.
My memories started flooding back
With the unfolding events of the years;
For some had brought joy and happiness
And some had brought sorrow, and tears.
I sat there not knowing the answer
When God said, again to me,
"Have you decided yet?
Which year is it going to be?"
I answered ever so slowly,
"Oh God, I 've thought so long,
But to start my life all over
Somehow I feel would be wrong".
With a smile on His lips, He said to me,
"On the road of wisdom you've begun
For wisdom is given with aging
And withheld from the very young".
By Grace Stone (c) 1971
~*Dream World*~
Jalal Ali