THEY DO ME WRONG WHO SAY I COME NO MORE
WHEN ONCE I KNOCK AND FAIL TO FIND YOU IN,
FOR EVERY DAY I STAND OUTSIDE YOUR DOOR
AND BID YOU WAKEAND RISETO FIGHT AND WIN.
WAIL NOT FOR PRECIOUS CHANCES PASED AWAY
WEEP NOT FOR GOLDEN AGES ON THE WANE.
EACH NIGHT I BURN THE RECORDS OF THE DAY,
AT SUNRISEE EVERY SOUL IS BORN AGAIN.
Anonymous
Good Luck in the New Year!
Bob Potvin
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