I wake and find a way to center
the rush of morning thoughts
as my body seeks to return to
this living world.
I hear the voices singing in unison
As the steady rhythm moves in time
Old man
you've been a dead man
for some years
yet I hear you
speaking to me still
Your voice springs from
the page
and fills my mind
with your life
To focus my mind early
on thoughts of gratitude
To give myself the thought
that for all the shortcomings
of this world it owes me
nothing and I have been
a most fortunate son
Give yourself the gift of change
Allow yourself to overcome your fears
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