A Poetic Moment

I am not expired 

I am not ready to be retired 

while the rest are hardwired 

all this tuning out

 while I am tuning in

 Start turning on your light

 

let’s begin:

 The reasons that we try to hide 

is from pain and tears we hold inside

 Everything we touch can be turned to gold 

instead of enslaved, bought and sold 

Raise your glass, raise an arm

tell the world i wish one and all no harm 

I wish to live in simplicity 

basking in the state of tranquility

 

tap a glass and make a toast

 to the ones that matter most

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