Excuses

Each one is as old
As the father and the mother
We all inherit them upon our birth

They come in every shape and size
Wearing poorly made disguise
Tempting us to tarry in their mirth

They greet us like our friend
When in fact they are our enemy
Numbing us and others
Into greater mediocrity

They take away our want
To follow after good
Making us the people
We never thought we could

With each one that’s conceived
We miss the mark we might have made
With each one that’s believed
We give a mark that may not fade

No one dreams of reaching
The end full of regrets
We want to live the best life that we can

They come in every shape and size
Wearing us with all their lies
Until at last we lack the strength to stand

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Author: Dave Mierau (Meer-oh)

Christ follower, family man, lifelong learner.

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