Nothing Is Set In Stone

Nothing Is Set In Stone long poem

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Standing here at the crossroads
I can’t help but to feel a little apprehensive
About which path I should take but I just
Can’t stand here after many mountains, valleys
And rivers crossed. I guess it’s just a leap of
Faith I’ll have to take now where as in the past
You may of held me back…I’m no longer the
Person I used to be, believe you me!
I’ve come to embrace the future without fearing
Tomorrow ‘cuz I realize now I will survive until
I am no more and Nothing Is Set In Stone, be it
love or war!
Everything is in transit, constantly changing
each and every minute of each and every day,
I just have to remind myself from time to time
joy is the absence of worry. It’s all in God’s hands
now and whatever will be will be!
When you learn to let go of yourself it only
allows you to be what you may become.
Everything has a place and a time and no nothing,
NOTHING IS SET IN STONE!

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through poetry.com and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through Lulu.com. After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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