Constance La France Poet Verse

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Poetry/Verse/The Things I Give Myself
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All Rights Reserved, 2019, Constance La France

Written, July 10, 2019

The Things I Give Myself

if I had all the money that I ever wanted,
                  I suppose that I could travel the world;
live in a better home, buy better clothes, if money was no object,
                                           but you see money cannot help me,
each day my health is more delicate, slipping further away;
       and all the money in the universe will not change a thing,
                         this is my struggle and my daily reality . . . 

                                the things I give myself are simple,
relaxing music to soothe this weary soul;
peace, tranquility and love to ease my pain,
and I ask the Lord for strength . . . 

             in meditation I try to fathom the why,                                           
                      of course, with money I could go to a fancy retreat;
but a corner in my bedroom is set aside for meditation and relaxing,
and it is there I have placed peaceful things that cost very little . . . .

     perhaps with money I could get better drugs,
                but no drug is going to change my destiny;
    this I know deep in my heart and soul, 
                       I have for a long, long time.
I think a lot about my past and life so far,
                   the paths I took or did not take, the things I said or did not;
        could money have changed my journey in any way . . .  doubtful.

a warm bath, a cozy bed, a sweet purring cat, paper and pen so I can write,
               my laptop within reach, a walk in nature listening to the birds;
      a loved one to hold my hand  . . . .

      these are my indulgences and they may not seem like much to you,
                              but I feel like the wealthiest person in this world;
              for money cannot buy happiness nor can it buy life,
                                      all I need is the indulgence of tranquility;
                            and that comes from within . . . 
         so I have learned to embrace my adversity in no matter what form,
                            and live each moment, each hour and each day'
          with courage and dignity . . .

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Sand Blown July 10, 2019 at 2:41 PM excellente'...thee truth behind what's true

Jeanne Mcgee July 10, 2019 at 9:33 AM Truth lies within your well penned words. "and that comes from within" with courage and dignity.

Kim Rodrigues July 10, 2019 at 9:26 AM Many people are fooled by money. Your golden pen writes and speaks of life even in its heaviest times. <3 to you!