Just as the paranoid multi-
Millionaire keeps a watchfull
Eye on his endless pounds.
I keep check on my levels
Of hope and joy.
(Quite like a child with his
Favourite toy,
Not wanting to over use
It for fear of it losing its appeal)
I limit these periods,
To short periodic bursts.
So when (not if)
The eager yet patient,
Tsunami of despair
Finnally finds
Me, not all of me
Will be washed away.
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