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POEM 360: AT LEAST YOU HAVE LIFE

If by the end of the year you realize that you achieved just a few

and gazing about, everyone made it but you
be happy, at least you have life

If you realize that the much energy exerted
from the dawn of January compared
to the little gain in the dusk of December,
fall a little below average,
be happy, at least you have life

If of a sudden, you realize that time is ticking so fast 
while the year hastens to its end
and there's nothing you can change,
be happy, at least you have life

If after a sumptuous dream of happy endings,
your tummy still rumbles in emptiness
and your soul grumbles in barrenness,
be happy, at least you have life

Before you curl into a rumpled ball
and throw up that pity party,
just remember, you must become a meaningful specific 
rather than a wandering generality

Live!

#365DaysOfPoetry
#Pengician #SSA

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