Daily we preserve ourselves, protecting and guiding
our lives however we can.
Pride and ego getting in our paths at inopportune
moments, when we least expect them.
Altering our thoughts to accommodate their insistence,
tends to put a swerve in our plans for the future.
We prepare for these side trips and off-road
adventures at the spur of a tenacious moment.
Holding onto beautiful musical scores, our memories
light the way to our horizons, sitting, awaiting our
thoughtful departure from this life.
Accounting for our preciousness and spirituality we
happily move on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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