Feel Every Moment . . . . . Nothing Lasts Forever
A Smile is the best thing i own
The Sea, Lakes and Rivers gently draw away . . . the imbalance from your mind
You Are Your Books
In a heap, upon the floor
Am I able, to take anymore?
My head it is, an awful mess,
How do I cause it, great distress?
So many times, my life is spent
Optimism full, Heaven sent.
But when that goes, my minds alone
Fearful, muddled and sadness prone.
For these low times, a magic pill
Is what I wish for, an iron will.
To give me hope and power vast
Take the future and drop the past.
The only things, that help me through
Are all my books and thoughts of you.
These provide me, with lots of strength
And you there is, eternal length.
‘You are your books’, so I am told
Perfect picture, so clear so bold.
Mine never fail, to help me see
That I’ll find my way, back to me.
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