THESE DAYS

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THESE DAYS

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These days I don't wake up and launch myself into my day

As I did when I was a child

These days I must mentally prepare myself

To face the day ahead

First, I sort out the exterior stuff from the interior stuff

Once you have studied history, the warlike ways of the world

Nothing comes as a surprise

Every manner of wickedness and folly

Written about in ancient times is just as vibrant today

Humans are quirky contentious creatures

No use shaking your fist at the entire population of the planet

The same problems have been roiling around unsolved for thousands of years

Therefore, my mental preparations in the morning

Is, essentially, me giving myself a pep talk

Plus planning nutritious meals and necessary exercise

Grabbing my attitude of fierce determination

I plot my goals, like a general planning a campaign

To bolster this, I read something edifying

To add to the swirling thoughts in my head

An ill wind can blow me many miles off course

If I don't plan out my day, goals and touchstones

I devise a spiritual GPS to get me to my destination

Which is a day well lived, time productively spent, a peaceful heart

As I say my prayers and close my eyes in sleep

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