Try.

To be grateful

Before the final curtain call

Of the free, only trial

Of our lives

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Try

To bask in the morning birdsong

Golden, rust-coloured leaves

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And the droplets on the flowers

That line the pavements

Amongst the trees

-

Try

To discover your calling

Niche, aptitude

For what makes your heart sing

-

Don’t

Waste a single second of the day

Wishing you were someone else

Wishing your time away, sinking

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Embrace

With open arms

All that you are

And all you shall be

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When

You feel alive

Exuberant,

Surrender to being carefree.