The future, weary or fair

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I know not on the morrow
What earthly joy or sorrow
May fall to me to bear,
The future, weary or fair.

As long as breath may tarry,
Whatever weight I carry,
No burden can compare
To heaven’s golden square.

 

  • Debbie Mitchell

    A beautiful thought. Are you the author, Randal?

    • admin

      Hello, Debbie, thanks! Yes, I am. All the ones on this site are mine, unless otherwise noted.