She strode to her easel, marker in hand.
I loved that book!
Me, too, Liza ~ what a refreshing change from what's on the bookstore shelves these days!
Change is the only constant, so they say,
A ceaseless tide that washes dreams away.
Yet failures, steps to success, bid us stay,
Climbing life’s stairs, one stumble every day.
Your attitude determines your altitude,
A lofty claim for those who’d soar the sky.
But here below, where doubts and mud intrude,
We take back roads, get dirty, so remember to laugh when you want to cry .
I loved that book!
Me, too, Liza ~ what a refreshing change from what's on the bookstore shelves these days!
Change is the only constant, so they say,
A ceaseless tide that washes dreams away.
Yet failures, steps to success, bid us stay,
Climbing life’s stairs, one stumble every day.
Your attitude determines your altitude,
A lofty claim for those who’d soar the sky.
But here below, where doubts and mud intrude,
We take back roads, get dirty, so remember to laugh when you want to cry .