I live my life through ink and quill;
Each thing that happens a story still.
Sometimes events are very sad,
While others make me very mad.
Some have lessons in them to learn;
While others in my soul still burn.
Still others are very happy;
But sometimes words for them get sappy.
My life lies on the written page,
For others to read and gauge.
But for me it’s just how I deal;
And get past each notch in life’s spinning wheel.
On the Wings of Angels 