Not So Happy Feet
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1 min readMay 29, 2017
Indifference and the dull rhythm of life
engage in a quiet conspiracy against Joy.
So easy to lose time in everyday’s cadence.
Those who march so seldom dance.
Unless you drain the swamp of desperation
maintenance conquers adventure and wins.
Boldly step out of the rigid file.
Break the ranks of defeat’s shuffle
Who wants to slog in lines of sleepy fear?
The days are too short for keeping step.
Twenty, forty, fifty, or sixty five,
move those boots, make that move, or
it will soon be too late to come alive.
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