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I’m doomed, alas!

It cannot be.

6 1/2 weeks felt like 3.

And as I sit

At 12.15

I ponder all these days have seen,

The plans I had

That went astray

As I relaxed, relearned to play.

I did not paint the garden fence,

Nor tidied wardrobes as I should,

I really wasn’t very good

At doing all I said I might

Or sticking to a plan at all

But what a blast! I had a ball.

And so, although

This night right here

Ends liberty of carefree cheer,

Off to school,

To class I stride

Knowing well, deep down inside,

That, even though I love to teach,

«««««Tempus fugit, really fast»»»»»

More holidays will soon be cast.

I love my job!

Transform

Slake, with gallons,

            from the lake

of deep tranquility,

 

find solutions,

            in the mind,

nurture serenity.

 

Cope with problems,

            amid hope,

despite complexity,

 

serve our causes,

            driven with verve,

remember levity.

 

Drink from life

            unto the brink,

too brief mortality,

 

cast futile fears

            or worries passed,

transform our destiny.

 

Plan for kindness

            when we can,

Karmic codicil,

 

not all choices

            need be fraught

nor made against our will.

Rise

A few good people rise to the occasion.

Embracing the challenge,

One foot in front of the other.

One idea ahead of the others.

Growing,

Taking shape and form.

Seeds of ideas nurtured and developed.

The effort and the will

Tie the idea to the kite

That lets it fly.

Soar with it……..

Tethered to the ground –

Mundanity

Minimal reward.

Be not afraid.