Sunday, December 25, 2005 Sunday, December 25, 2005
Practice what you preach
Do what you say
Lead with what you teach
Getting out of town this day
Coastal confessions are on order
Bury my troubles in the sand
No more inner disorder
Visit the sea while on dry land
This is my last poem
At least for a while
Go where my feet roam
Hopefully finding a smile
Renewed from the travel
Fresh from the stormy beach
My life need not unravel
Must do what I teach
We shall see what tomorrow may bring
Letting life carry me away
Got to reach for the brass ring
Tomorrow starts today
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