I used to dream of better days
Than the ones I left behind.
I thought if I wished really hard,
They’d be easier to find.
No such luck has crossed my path,
My road still winds and bends.
The gifts I brought from yesterday,
Are angels cloaked as friends.
We’ve all shared our tales of woe,
Childhoods that weren’t so fine.
Pain and more, laid at their door,
That’s their story, this one’s mine.
I can’t go back, nor change a thing,
The choices weren’t mine to make.
Wisdom gained and lessons learned,
I pretend those years were fake.
© Angela M. Bertoli
Excerpt from the book Moonlit Thoughts
Now Available at Amazon.com
About the Author
Angela Bertoli is the mother of two and grandmother of two. She resides in Phoenix, Arizona along with the rest of her family. In her spare time she likes to travel, write, play games and read. Her future is open to new possibilities and she is strong in spirit and faith.