Posted in POEM

This Little Light Of Mine

If I practice,
Random acts of kindness;
Does it mean,
I’m unkind most of the time?
Or am I just,
Holding up a candle;
Shining The Light,
He graciously gave to me?
Night soon will come,
When all my days are spent;
We’ll know then,
If it’s mine,
Or if The Light was His?
By: ElRoy © 2017

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A Poet's Diary - I See Life, Through My Rose Coloured Lenses.

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