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Created on: April 16, 2008 Last Updated: February 11, 2011
Life begins with simplicity
From the moment of conception
A blank canvas of dreams and of hopes
Begins to color with life’s color strokes
Our blessings and hopes
Hold the color strokes
To turn the blank canvas of that which we are
Into the rainbow of color as we grow
With feelings in the heart we grow along the way
Life's brushes add color to memories made
Each day along the way
I am waiting for the feeling
so softly and slow
The knowledge that within me
I am beginning to grow
With each passing day
As life ticks away
The colors some bold, others are gray
Come from the experience of growing each day
Life’s canvas shows many color strokes
Bending this and that way
The brush strokes they glide
with each passing moment
Life's lessons in color
A blessing like no other
The canvas so strong
Standing alone
To look back at your life
Stepping from stone to stone
The memories are the colors
Within our hearts light
As old age comes upon us
We look back to the day
When our canvas was barren
No color but gray
As age has it's wisdom
We know as we watch
That colorful spectrum
Is our life story being told along the way
Brush strokes with color day by day
May each of your own
Be a creation of love
Wishing color and lightness
To guide you today
Look back at your canvas
See where you have traveled thus far
Believe in tomorrow
Tomorrow will come
Your canvas will reveal
What magic it holds
Just sit back and see
The beauty in thee
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