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Jan 2017
There are many feathers in my headdress
and there are so many things in my medicine
bundle and there is great love in my heart and
with these things I will traverse the many
miles I have yet to travel and I have learned
by experience and age that I alone am
responsible for the quality of my life and
so it goes.

We all have our demons and we are all works
in progress just trying to grow into our better
selves and during our growth we find that
nostalgia is a ***** liar that insists that things
are better than they seemed but you only fail
if you stop trying and so it goes.

As the years flash by, on the outside of us
everything changes, but what really matters
is on the inside and that mostly remains the
same, even after years of playing the other
persons games and you can't help but
wonder if you had done things differently
would the outcome still be the same and
so it goes.

We all fall in love, though we have so many
secrets and there are some we never tell
and we disregard the danger and know that
everyone goes south now and then so don't
be afraid to try again knowing that it takes
strength to love again and so it goes.

It also takes courage to be loved and it takes
strength to survive but know that it
takes courage to live, just as it takes strength
to feel a friends pain but it takes courage to
feel your own pain and so it goes.

Along the way we learn that those people
that are quick to walk away are the ones
that never intended to stay and so it goes.

So few win and so many lose, so you
wash what is *****, water what is dry, heal
what is wounded, sooth what is hurt, and
dry the tears that are shed, warm what is
cold, guide what goes off the road, and
love those who are least lovable because
they need it the most and so it goes.
                                                           ­       Jon York   2015
Jon York
Written by
Jon York  Arma, Kansas
(Arma, Kansas)   
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