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Been cruising on that tank of gas.
That's come from sitting on my ass.
With all these changes in this year.
I have succumb to what I fear.

For reasons I cannot explain.
My daily habits became refrain.
A situation changed my path.
And what was joy became my wrath.

Physiology is body and soul.
Sometimes beyond our own control.
We get blind sided in a split second.
One simple moment that I never reckoned.

Am I just making bad excuses?
To not take blame for my abuses.
Well, yes and no's all I can say.
When the scale changed in what I weigh.

So with the hope that we all share.
In this next year we breath fresh air.
And get back to what we need to live.
And in our hearts learn to forgive.

For none of us have known such strife.
In this new strange time of our life.
We've all been challenged with a task.
To wait for all the things we ask.

The trials that some of us bear.
Are beyond what some of us can share.
Deep in our hearts lives hope and prayer.
That one day, together, we'll all be there.

So let us all stay safe and well.
And send this virus back to hell.
And strive for kindness in your soul.
To return us to where we all are whole.


Note: This was written before the movement of non vaccinating. Hence, the sentiment of personally together. Evidently, just personal, not together. But our actions are of a mutual consequence. Please look at the facts and get vaccinated. There are people dying on your watch.

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