One year comes one year goes, <br /> What will happen no one know, <br /> It's all left up to the game of chance, <br /> Like love affairs or way our prance, <br /> <br /> No one knows from day to day, <br /> The game of life or how to play, <br /> You do your best as well you can, <br /> To improve the betterment of man, <br /> <br /> It's all a puzzle as time goes on, <br /> Time could be short or maybe long, <br /> It really don't matter what you think, <br /> There ain't no reason to raise sink, <br /> <br /> It will all work out, in the end, <br /> all anyone need is a friend.<br /><br />Danny W. Patterson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-future-9/
