have I traversed,
And many more have I to go.
It is the negatives that I want reversed:
Replaced with a postive glow.
I stare at the work that I have rehearsed,
One day, hoping to bear the purple
But the laurels of the wreath are dispersed,
And ahead lies an intimidating hurdle.
But enough of that; I've been through worse.
My happiness is an issue I must reflect
No more stress, and not one more curse.
My uncle knew this, and he was correct.
My satisfaction in life should grow, not burst.
EDIT: Whoa, I guess I was way late, lol!
Originally Posted by niknac
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