My life is a work of art
Sometimes moving backward, but mostly forward
A difficult life, for not one faint of heart
First I think, then I do
Little by little, every day, every moment
To myself always be true
That joy of success
Many times I find it, many times I don’t
But still feel truly blessed
To have ultimate freedom
To live my life, to live my way
I can make it exciting or I can make it humdrum
I can curse it or I can praise each day
I choose to make
My life a work of art
To be mine alone, of good and bad parts
My life is truly a work of art.
Madam Anonymous
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