A beautiful poem. For if their is a god he should be angry. We waste a precious gift everyday that he gave us. As a boy I'm looking through a window so small. Only hoping I can understand it all. Knowing not of certainty, but of uncertainty. With do diligence I absorb it to understand for I am man.
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A beautiful poem. For if their is a god he should be angry. We waste a precious gift everyday that he gave us. As a boy I'm looking through a window so small. Only hoping I can understand it all. Knowing not of certainty, but of uncertainty. With do diligence I absorb it to understand for I am man.