Make peace with changes that I can’t control.
Don’t take old
ways for granted; plant new seeds.
Don’t look for love or lust to make me whole.
Water the flowers
and pluck out the weeds.
The virtual wins when I think it’s real—
Less phone/device
time and more face-to-face.
Thinking is armor—strip it off and feel;
And when it’s pain
I feel, meet it with grace.
Don’t lecture so much—look, listen and learn.
Lose without
bitterness; love without fear.
Give without expectation of return.
Laugh till the
world laughs. Be the buccaneer.
And when dark
clouds fill my soul with foul weather,
Remember that
we’re all in this together.
Copyright 2016 Matthew J Wells
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