Treasure Island

LaSoaphia QuXazs

(1934 / Budapest, Hungary, living in the USA)

Salute to my teachers in life.


My great appreciation to those who were kind,
So, to those who opposed, fought, or wanted to destroy my mind.
I become strong, but I do not wish to be opposed anymore,
Only the kind, good friends around, never be sore.

When we know that we are here to learn,
We know all was necessary to bring out, never burn,
When the lessons are learned we do not need anymore opposition,
Just live in peace, kindness, wisdom, strength, never depression.

Give thanks to God every time you meet someone,
Open your mind for kind, good, pleasant lessons to be done,
When you believe, you will know the truth,
You will live life as a happy, careless youth.

Submitted: Thursday, August 15, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 23, 2013
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