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THE GIFT

 Its not an easy life
What with strife
And pain.
Most days just the same
As the last.
At least the worst of the past
And can be cast
Aside.
Besides,
Did you ever see an ugly dawn
Or do you yawn
At the sight of a crimson sunset?
Yet,
When heart-storms rage
The sage within us speaks
And seeks solutions;
Absolution from past mistakes.
It takes
Insight; an intellectual shift
To recognise that the Present
Is, indeed, a gift. 

24 Dec 03