Each day I wander

Life's best gift is Faith ...

Each day I wander,
in this forgotten skin.
Seems all I have seen,
nothing to dream.

Past days remembered,
bad timing or circumstance.
Old friends have gone,
time has moved on.

Choices were chartered,
some hasty some shrewd.
Not anyone is complete,
in a realm of interpretation.

Our own selves differ,
grasp who you are,
fathom your spirit,
embrace your fate.