Inner Core Still Intact
Every day I wake up with my inner core still intact,
And that is an established fact,
So, I seldom worry about that,
Even when I take off my hat,
Or decide to pick up a bat.
I don't know what makes it so,
I only know it can take quite a blow,
Though the outer core may start to glow,
And burn marks start to show
My inner core is still good to go.
It is still a mystery to me,
Why others cannot say the same,
And find it hard to stay in the game,
Which is I think is quite a shame.
Contact with friends helps strengthen my inner core
Of this I am sure,
A joke or two seems to please it some more,
The right food to the fore,
Helps the core,
To do more,
A good night's sleep reduces the chances of stress on the core,
And although children are quite a chore,
They tell us when we are in danger of becoming a bore,
And we need to go out the door,
To learn once more to explore,
To Lower the temperature in the inner core.
Every day I awake with my inner core still intact,
I know I must have shown some tact,
Failed to overreact,
And others did not decide how I should act.
Though every day I give thanks that my inner core is intact,
And I am glad to do that,
There is one thing I don't know for a fact,
Does it live under my hat?
Or if I take off my shirt,
Will I find it resides inside my heart?
Copyright © David Smith | Year Posted 2018
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