THINKING BACK

        Thinking back to days gone past
        I wonder how I coped
        It wasn't how it should have been
        Not nearly what I'd hoped
        The template was defective
        Not blaming anyone
        For they were raised in stricken times
        They passed them to their son.

        Everyone is similar
        Their childhood formed their lives
        Some were lucky, some were not
        But what was then arrives
        To drive our thoughts and instincts
        To damage and deform
        Thank God that we have Jesus
        To help us through the storm.