Wishing for
a pot of gold that hides beyond the rainbow
To solve the
problems close at hand is not a place the sane go.
And wishing
for a magic land where everything is rosy
Results in searching
people’s live, perhaps a little nosy.
And yet we
often find ourselves expecting all our dreams
To be the
way we want to be in spite of what life deems.
For life is
never a sure thing,
It twists
and bends at will,
And what
looks surely, oh so safe,
Goes rolling
down the hill.
To be
prepared for what life brings
Requires more
than dreams,
You need to
bend, to change and grow
And live
within your means.
And as you
age, you realize
That all
those thiings that glow,
And not as vital
to live life
As you begin
to slow.
Financial
wealth at any cost
May be a
dream come true,
But all the
gold in Africa
Can’t cure a
cold in you.
Nor can it
greet you when you come
Into those
pearly gates,
Nor grant a
smile as you go
Nor want
anticipates.
The people
who you store away
As family
and friend
Are really
most important
As you contemplate
you end.
So take the
time to build your stock
While things
you might release,
For when the
final toll is made
Tis them you
bring you…
Peace,
Alex
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