Creative Work


Brian Roberts

So often we take our lives for granted,
with no appreciation until they’re gone.
Only then can we see
what we’ve done wrong.

The wise appreciate what they have.
They don’t make bad decisions.
How long before I learn?
How many bridges will I burn?

I wasn’t grateful for freedom. Now I sit in a cell.
My life is pain and torture, a living hell.
Thoughts of the past run through my head
when life was good, when I wasn’t so sad.

Where I was headed, I couldn’t see, didn’t care.
Life was a party, one big dare.
Once the dust settled and bars were all I could see,
Freedom said, “You didn’t appreciate me.”

I wasted my life—that’s all too clear.
I never ever thought I would end up here.
God knows I am sorry for all that I did.
I hope I didn’t burn that one last bridge.

—from devozine (March/April 2014). Copyright © 2014 by The Upper Room®. All rights reserved.

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