Sunday, July 25

When I think of life's harsh lessons,
I forget about its many blessin's.
Time won't stop just for me,
So I call here and now my home.
No tears will flow from anyone's eyes
If I with my own hands bring my demise.
So: enough! of maudlin wails and self-pity.
I leave my grotto for the city.
Some are trapped by money, fame, or women,
But my nemesis is my very self.
When I lose my eg my true will strengthens,
I put away my cares like a read book.

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