Life can be lived tangled up in the past
Like a strand of rusty old barbed wire
That you can't quite break free of
Without a bloody scratch and a poke or two
Or one can live life in the future
Head in the clouds always hoping
For the ship that never quite comes in
Or the horse you bet on always breaks down
One, can, however, choose to live in the present
Shake off the barbs and clean their wounds
Find satisfaction in the smile of others
And success in each small victory of self
Advice that I have heeded for some time now...
Peace, Love, and Light,
Amber "V"
Kathy