Saturday, August 11, 2012


Another day to be alive,
Even if we don't always thrive,
I wish I could find the drive,
But I need to look inside.

Attitude shapes my day,
Hopefully I can behave,
My supporters often rave,
Let's not think I'm a slave!

For a mother and a child,
I won't get to riled,
Perhaps even a little mild,
By them I am beguiled.

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