Inward, inward, inward
Go inward, under-your-skinward.
Never look up
Don’t kiss and make up
Stare into your half-empty cup.
But do make up
What you must have
Can’t have
Should have
What you’ve got to have
To be OK . . . or better.
Give it a rest
Don’t look how you’re blessed,
Or unhappiness
Might elude you.
©2010 Bob Mason
Monday, August 9, 2010
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