Christian

Ancient Days

As my days slowly turn older, I am constantly reminded of what life was like before.  When I could run and be as free as a bird, when I could go hiking through the woods where I had grown up at.

The days that have fled so swiftly before my eyes. But I can remember each individual incident and the regret for wasting that precious time that I had been given. I had been allowed to have free will and do whatever I wanted for over thirty years or more. How did I waste those years?

On fooliness, drugs, alchohol, adultrious effections, fast cars and motorcycles,  I was the Prodigal Son. I spent every thing until I was broke.

I had wasted away three marriages through my on stupidity, five children that I considered disposible. And now it comes back to haunt me.

 

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