the things I give myself
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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 . . .
January 28, 2015
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