Glen Martin Fitch
you've got to try
and yet not try.
It's getting out there.
If it's up to chance
You've got to snap out of
self-pity's trance and,
go roam where options lie.
While true to yourself,
striving for your prime,
let others spy,
at rest in work or jest,
you look and act and be you
at your best.
This will take effort,
practice, thought and time.
that sudden thrill
by scent or tone or spark,
that makes you crave,
while sensing this is silly,
and yet grave,
another's dreams you can fulfill.
many loves are lost
for lack of will,
love comes only to the brave.
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