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Sunday, March 11, 2012

The Land of I Give Up


They worked hard
Respected Tradition
Never rocked the boat
Good People
But at some point
The light in their eyes went out
I know. I was there.
I saw it.
Then, they lived
In the land of “I give up”
I do not judge
But I do know this
I can’t live there
I have hopes and dreams
And I’m going to live them
In large and small ways
Every day
I worry.  I look at you.
I see your eyes
You are teetering on the edge
Please don’t follow them
You deserve more than that
If you go to the land
Of “I give up”
I cannot go with you
I need my dreams
Even my struggles
Stay with me here
In the land of the Living
And hold my hand

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