Next Time
The pains and ills your body goes through,
Changes what you do or where you go.
Stops you from living your life to the fullest,
Changing your aspirations to aggravations.
As hard as you try, sometimes it doesn't work,
You plan to continue, but continue you can't.
When you feel on top of it all and feel your best,
You tell yourself, next time I will ignore.
Yet next time comes, the pains return,
The adjustments you thought you made,
Go by the wayside one more time.
Whatever the ills, however the pain,
The stress it causes, the mind tends to forget.
You can set the mind up to handle it better,
But the next time it hits, later you regret.
Meditation, concentration, you keep telling yourself,
I can continue, it will not control me,
I will overcome, I will survive.
GravyDave © March 1998
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