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The mind gets clogged with cobwebs with the steady march of years “’Twas time,” I decided, “to spring clean between the ears” The hinges were all rusted on the doorway to my mind But I entered the dark abyss, not sure what I would find I was faced with such a jumble of accumulated junk That for a second I hesitated, and almost did a bunk But I was driven by a request from a mind still young and fresh And drew courage from her kindness and continued on my quest It looked so dark and gloomy as I crept through memory’s vaults The largest room, and darkest contained the list of all my faults That room was just plain scary, so I softly closed that door And went deeper into the labyrinth, determined to explore Long forgotten smiles began glimmer in one room And I gathered these around me to drive away the gloom The more I gathered, the more appeared with a soft and friendly light I freely spread them all around and made the whole place bright I swept up unfounded doubts, threw out some groundless fears And scrubbed the grime from my mind with a bucket full of tears I catalogued my memories and looked at what I had I moved the happy ones to the fore, but retained some that were sad Though sad, they were genuine and had earned their rightful place But I moved them towards the back so they wouldn’t cloud my face Jealousy and envy just didn’t want to leave But I managed to evict them with a super mental heave I took a break and looked around to see what progress I had made A top coat of happy memories had made the sorrows fade I filled a bucket with my achievements, and things that made me proud And tossed it in the room of faults. Boy! Was the conflict loud. I gave thanks to the inspiration that first drove me to this task The improvements that I felt were much more than I could ask Before I attacked the cobwebs, I never realised The different perspectives that you gain when your mind is youthenised
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Jan 14, 2011
Jan 14, 2011 at 9:09 PM UTC
Semi-automatic Mind Wash
The mind gets clogged with cobwebs with the steady march of years “’Twas time,” I decided, “to spring clean between the ears” The hinges were all rusted on the doorway to my mind But I entered the dark abyss, not sure what I would find I was faced with such a jumble of accumulated junk That for a second I hesitated, and almost did a bunk But I was driven by a request from a mind still young and fresh And drew courage from her kindness and continued on my quest It looked so dark and gloomy as I crept through memory’s vaults The largest room, and darkest contained the list of all my faults That room was just plain scary, so I softly closed that door And went deeper into the labyrinth, determined to explore Long forgotten smiles began glimmer in one room And I gathered these around me to drive away the gloom The more I gathered, the more appeared with a soft and friendly light I freely spread them all around and made the whole place bright I swept up unfounded doubts, threw out some groundless fears And scrubbed the grime from my mind with a bucket full of tears I catalogued my memories and looked at what I had I moved the happy ones to the fore, but retained some that were sad Though sad, they were genuine and had earned their rightful place But I moved them towards the back so they wouldn’t cloud my face Jealousy and envy just didn’t want to leave But I managed to evict them with a super mental heave I took a break and looked around to see what progress I had made A top coat of happy memories had made the sorrows fade I filled a bucket with my achievements, and things that made me proud And tossed it in the room of faults. Boy! Was the conflict loud. I gave thanks to the inspiration that first drove me to this task The improvements that I felt were much more than I could ask Before I attacked the cobwebs, I never realised The different perspectives that you gain when your mind is youthenised
rhandom-rhymer
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Jan 14, 2011
Jan 14, 2011 at 9:09 PM UTC
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