So this is what you wanted, but is it what you imagined?
The weight, the chains, the same daily routine,
in place of forgotten passions and dreams.
Sacrifice and conformity, is this a normal life?
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Glorious Day, Poetry by Bob Davenport
Today as the journey begins
On this Glorious Day we stand
Before the path of righteousness
I am on my knee to take your hand
There was a beginning time
When we met on a special day
That I knew in my heart
That someday you would say
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