chas garcia (October 29,1924 / Honolulu, Hawaii)
My therapist goes on and on says; there are things to be found,
things I Have to do.
not to look to close at the past, that did not last.
but of things in the future I must do.
My therapist, she says; I am to prove myself,
if I wish to enjoy my retirement.
I must retain new thoughts, make new friends, to take the place,
not be afraid to correct the few mistakes that I made.
as the past marches on.
as time waits for no one, goes on with age.
someday, statistics will show, that you did your part,
to face the future as to sage. be rejuvenated to new heights that awaits us all.
so admit to our past mistakes,
not to late.
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