You can wish and hope for a hundred years,
or play the game a day at a time
You can focus on what's at the end of the road,
or eeke three nickels out of your very last dime
You can pray for still more than some others might have,
or be thankful for what lies at your feet
And you can love in the face of jealousy and hate,
or start downward on hells one-way street
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2016)
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