Fixing Life


I look around my messy life

And try not to whine or cry

I choose here and now to fix it up

Not wallow until I die! 


I'll start with schoolwork- such a chore

The textbooks just bring me tears

Perhaps if I finish my work right away

The time will calm my fears


Along with that, my job is hard

At least it pays real fair

With all the money I get from it

I could travel the world- if I dare!


And what about friends, buddies, and pals? 

They'll all come through at the end!

True friendships don't shatter, scatter or rage

But they often will tremor or bend

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