From the dark,
There comes light.
Like a heart,
In loving flight.
Like the morning sun,
rising on the hill.
The day has begun,
off to the mill.
Part of the daily grind
like crispy bacon rind
Pollen in the breeze
causes many to sneeze.
My heart is hollow
But I shall not wallow
My mind is inspired
& my thoughts wired
Today is the day!
I have come to say.
I hope it will be
For once good to me
Through stress & strife,
Onward & upward.
I could move to Fife?
but then I'm not that tough!
I'm happy with what I have
My family in good health
But I would be mad,
Declining a bit of extra wealth.
Good luck to you all
Remember to stand tall.
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