My life may turn out to be a wreck
Made up of missteps
Words I did not intend for you.
If that should be the way it is
I beg you forgiveness.
In all things I am but a wisp of smoke in the wind.
Effort to do the right
May be blown away by that wrong stronger yet.
I lead my life with an open hand…not a controlling one.
Knowing this does not defeat me.
The knowing allows me to go on with each day.
I am grateful for what I see out my window.
As for being a hero,
Well you may write it on my tombstone
I will be the wisp of wind that blows over the words
Ever so gently.