My Debt Of Gratitude

The future is full of virtue,

It feels like my friend and acts like a saint,

The art poetry shows a depth to gratitude that fills my mind with peace when I toil to produce it.

This noble parent is still bearing it’s offspring,

Keep pride in mind when virtue fails,

Do no despair while the future looks so fair,

Fall perhaps upon the past with it’s great wealth of fodder,

Reexaminations of mistakes, with their solutions can bolster the imagination.

The estate of mind can build a present that can capture this moment with great recollection.

And the past is the greatest teacher to the wise students or practicing philosopher.

Be here as often as your mind will allow.

Don’t squander a moment with doubt, you have arrived to live, laugh and love.

Give others your treasure and keep your practice alive: do no harm.

Cicero calls upon her as the mother of all virtues, you may ask her to call upon you.

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