2 Cents

I know you work on balance, heart and mind
and body too, and you are 48.
To expectations I am not inclined –
comparing paths is vain – we can’t equate
our progress for you’re scores of years behind
(a generation, if we calibrate).
Advice is cheap, but don’t seek recompense
from bitter martyrdom. That’s my two cents.

(Ottava Rima)

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