Anxious longing over past days,
I think that I may have to stray.
Hard work, all day,
we always stick upon today.
Present past, daily future,
our eyes in need of healing.
Gently take the time to be,
and do not do this kneeling.
Sunshine soaks our skin and minds,
a vitamin degree.
Heat up your thought,
and do not talk,
you may find that you might balk.
Stars will shine,
and never fall,
if all you do is call,
a simple name I doth proclaim,
who says they know it all!
K.A.P.
7/1/2009
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