Not My Last Meal Poem by Jimmy L. Lyons

This will not be my last meal;
I'm hurting now, but I know I'll heal.
I'm optimistic, though I'm not sure why;
but I know my future holds clear blue sky.

Times are good, and times are bad;
sometimes happy, sometimes sad.
Sometimes I feel left out in the cold;
other times I'm sure I'm back in the fold.

Where I'll be tomorrow, I don't know
I may feel high, and I may feel low.
I can't see the future through a looking glass;
but I do know this: bad times will pass.

When the pain's so bad I fear it won't heal;
I take a break, bow my head and kneel.
I let God know how much pain I feel;
and He tells me this won't be my last meal.