On my face are the wrinkles of happy,
I don’t let sorrow stick around anymore.
Though we learn from the ones we envy,
our lines are defined by the ones we adore.
I’ve made peace in the turning of pages.
You won’t know ends of everyone you meet.
Learn to be grateful, but true to your stages.
You must be content after all when you leave.
Risk beyond what you know to something they don’t.
This wasn’t all here just minutes ago.
Split seconds of strength might crumble the mold.
Don’t let drones describe the status quo.
And though I’ve written these words for the willing,
I tuck away for me – stay happy, true, keep living.
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