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Sum Times

From tequila, and limes
to simpler times

when we were still finding our way;

thought we knew it all
we'd perpetually fall

taking the scenic route in life's maze.

We knew of no fear
while learning to steer

flying high by the seats of our pants;

we lived without care
considered each dare

we played hard, and we all learned to dance.

We sure had our fill
of good times, if you will

and each lesson truly played with our hearts;

the choices we made
weren't any we'd trade

we each studied intently, our parts.

We took on our roles
defining our goals

as the oceans of time crashed our shores;

each wave unrehearsed
every heartache we nursed

as we all went through similar doors.

But, try as we might
we still kept our sight

on what each of us saw clear, as true;

the playing grid lined
each wave then defined

the beach known as me, and as you.

So, onward we go
as each of us know

in this game we must all follow suit;

you'll just have to be
exactly you to a, "tee"

for we all must adhere to our root.

Life is intense
and makes littler sense

so no-one can ever assume;

to know all the rules
the way other fools

creatively plan their own doom.

Now, on my road
I feel my load

my blessings outweigh every pound;

as I get near the end
I share with each friend

there's plenty to go all around.

This isn't new news
we are what we choose

so, focus not on your regrets;

instead, set your mind
on all the love you can find

for that's how one hedges one's bets.

The years pass by fast
don't live in the past

the results are too much to allow;

take what you need
nothing's uglier than greed

in the end, we will all take a "bow".

Then after the show
we'll all get to know

what happens after we die;

I'd like to think
we'll take one last drink

then, each of us learns how to fly.

Add each wink, and each grin
put your backs to the wind

finally ceasing, and desisting your roam;

your final vista you'll see
then, you're finally free

one more turn 'round the bend, and you're "home".

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and some great advice within your lines.

This isn't new news
we are what we choose

so, focus not on your regrets;

instead, set your mind
on all the love you can find

always, Cat

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