The Best of Me
- cramergr
- Apr 15, 2022
- 1 min read
As I climb my
ancestral tree,
ever trying to be
the best of me.
The path has been
a racing roller coaster,
things popping up
like a morning toaster.
Some were burnt
others were hot,
but from each
I learned a lot.
Mistakes I’ve made
have left their scars,
both on me and
special superstars.
To the latter
I will have to say,
I'll carry the guilt
to my dying day.
Parents who tried
to do their best,
special friends
who stood the test.
So many blessings
have come my way,
from my birth
to present day.
Like a piece of coal
under heated pressure,
not yet a diamond
that one can measure.
As time has gone
past my prime suspect,
becoming more careful
in things I select.
Have I reached my peak
I surely hope not,
while so grateful
for what I’ve got.
As I climb my
ancestral tree,
ever trying to be
the best of me.
Gary R. Cramer
April 15, 2022
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