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 |    We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
To live the days of life as full would be my heart's desire. Released from this world's gravity pull to soar in spirit high'r. The ones, who birthed me long ago, have parted to their reward. Their pat-on-the-back would let me know they're pleased with me as bard. 'Twas in my youth I learned to play the piano quite a bit, but now the waning need today oft tempts me just to quit. I sang a man of tenor tone in high school, college, both, but styles of music, that alone hath left me by its growth. The poet's pen hath been companion most of my long years. 'Twill be my friend when facing canyon of my last dark fears. This teacher in me tries to find some hope, that through my words enlightened students, no more blind will fly in mind as birds. To sit and write from day to day seems meager at its best, but when we see at last we'll say, "Our lives are truly blest." Our dearly departed do they see the days we're living now? Will Mom and Dad be proud of me? They are proud now I trow. by Jay O'Toole on July 17th, 2020   |
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