The winds of change are perenially blowing
Consequences of thought, word and deed, always showing
Life is the experience, none so as bad or good
Joy in a poem, equally delightful is cutting wood!
What I create is mine, my choice, seen in my belief
That I consciously create mine, my future, is a relief
Absolved of anxiety of the future, regrets of the past
I choose to create my life, that beyond me, will last!
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