Aug
25th
Mon
25th
This brilliant mind,
imprisoned by poverty mentality,
blinded to the limitless possibility,
of this life. I’ve seen my father die,
been both my own father and son,
held onto my mother,
shaken by the prospect of her own death.
so many regrets,
so many mistakes,
it’s easy to forget,
how much love we’ve been blessed with. How much we’ve learned,
how many hands we’ve held,
and the friendships we’ve enjoyed. Our children could be the kings of a sane world,
if we fill them with confidence,
fill them with the goodness,
of their ancestors. This simple world is ours,
to fill will joy and compassion,
with love and hope.
imprisoned by poverty mentality,
blinded to the limitless possibility,
of this life. I’ve seen my father die,
been both my own father and son,
held onto my mother,
shaken by the prospect of her own death.
so many regrets,
so many mistakes,
it’s easy to forget,
how much love we’ve been blessed with. How much we’ve learned,
how many hands we’ve held,
and the friendships we’ve enjoyed. Our children could be the kings of a sane world,
if we fill them with confidence,
fill them with the goodness,
of their ancestors. This simple world is ours,
to fill will joy and compassion,
with love and hope.
