As imperfect as I am,
what right to instruct another,
like anyone who reads my thoughts,
be it a friend, sister, brother.
I try to inspire faith, spread hope,
promote kindness, go for broke
on what matters most to Spirit,
how life improves as you near it.
I’ve born sadness, guilt and shame
of course, but not of late,
now dispensing with that pain,
I have no room for hate.
There’s more to come, to learn,
lessons to put to rhyme,
so much more to contribute.
This might take some time.
As imperfect as I am,
as frail as I seem,
one truth remains above all others,
I am not too old to dream.
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