NEVER IS TOMORROW LOST

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just out of reach from the mind's inner eye

lies in breathless wait

a despondent force procuring a trampled reply

an innocuous do gooder of must

who waits for no man

as a breech of trust

grows it

for long unwatched becomes too out of hand

and two not one become victim of crosses

yet to be bared

is that why most are more afraid of the

unknown more so than things we are told of

to be scared

though fear embraces the body

know that on the soul it has no bind

there is much comfort in the realization

of this

always remember

whatever the harm

it still is only physical

spiritually you'll be fine.............

(Nov. 20, 1997)




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