Spiritually at peace with my own being
able to face each day of toil.
Nobody to be afraid of seeing
as time passes I am slow to boil.
No more fear of death as I age
treasure each day it could be your last.
Try to survive and escape the rage
of times with a jaded past.
Regrets may abound but they have gone
nothing can be changed is a fact.
Look to the present and be strong
life is like a play act by act.
Do we not all have moments of being spiritually low?
The Foureyed Poet.
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