I thought I knew the answers
To the questions life throws at me
I thought I had the wisdom
To make choices of what ought to be
I thought I had a strong grip
On what is right and wrong
I thought I could make it
As I live my life and go along
I thought I could always know
Just what is really meant for me
I thought I needed no one else
To help shape my destiny
I thought I did not need
Anyone to give me their advice
I thought I can make it on my own
That everything would turn out nice
I thought wrong! I need a friend.
©Charles W. Hill
2003
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