[Thoughts on the Will of God]

To worry and stew
‘Bout a different you
And not work with what you have now,
Is to dream while you sleep
Of the harvest you’ll reap
When you’ve never put your hand on the plow.
No contentment you’ll find
In your wandering mind,
You’ll just struggle ‘gainst how life’s been slanted;
You’ll find no place that’s fair,
Find no peace anywhere,
‘Till you learn to bloom where you’re planted!

About Robert Dennis Wilson

Author, Poet, Avid Reader, Scroll Saw Artist, & Singer-Songwriter. Telecommuting programmer/report writer by day.
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