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 Jan 2016
John Calabro
I don't have much to offer, no money in the bank,
Barely have enough to put gas inside my tank.
Seems every time I gather, a 'savings' in some way,
Something always happens to take it all away.
I don't drive a fancy car, it would not turn your head,
It’s only a rollscanhardly  no further words need said.
Seems every time I drive it, another piece falls off,
And every time I start it, it sputters and it coughs.
Seems every time I make a move, I get rid of more and more,
The things I don't want to carry with me through the next door.
But this I say while traveling light these things I don't desire,
For excess money will only serve to fan the demon fire,
The place in which I lay my head, is with Maxine my wife.
She creates more than I can say and brightens up my life.
It's not all of the treasures that you build upon this earth,
That brings a person happiness, and feelings of self-worth.
It's living life the simple way and helping when you can,
Do what you can for others, be it woman or a man,
Share what you have inside you, be gentle and be kind,
Heal a heart that's broken, and I guarantee you’ll find.
The simple things in life are free, and love comes without a cost,
Don't build up treasures on this earth, where souls get trapped and lost,
Do what you can for all you can, with all you have to give,
From where you are inside yourself, allow your HEART and SOUL to live!

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