THINKING BACK

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         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.