A poem

I used to blame my parents.

I used to blame D.C…

I used to blame my girlfriend.

I used to blame my life.

I used to blame anything

for my condition.

I used to blame everything

but the earth and sky.

But when I blamed God…

He showed me

how much He loved me,

And when I saw

it was me to blame,

He saved me from myself.

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Born 1950; HS 1968; Born again 1972; Cornell ILR; Steward, Local President/Business Agent; Husband, father, grandfather; winner/loser/everything in between

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D L Henderson

D L Henderson

Born 1950; HS 1968; Born again 1972; Cornell ILR; Steward, Local President/Business Agent; Husband, father, grandfather; winner/loser/everything in between

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