Windows of My Life



Each window has a story to tell,

Of times goneby,

Of gifts unused,

Of those I ignored,

Or left behind.


How many windows are there in my life,

Still untended in this vast mansion,

God has given me,

Just sitting there, waiting patiently.


For a coat of paint, some fresh air,

Or weeding like a garden in need.


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