Tired of being sick, I awoke with a new resolve:
Ditch all the excuses I find that bind me to
the rocking chair at the foot of the stair
and take a fling on this thing called today.
Who am I and who am I going to be is the
same refrain I sang as a teen and fits today
the same way as then when the panoply of
choices exceeded my greed and burgeoning
needs. Retrofit the bulging kit I have amassed
and target today as though it would never go
away. And when it does, I shall have made a
worthy shot at the Final Goal.
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