You can wish and hope for a hundred years,
  or play the game a day at a time

You can focus on what’s at the end of the road,
  or squeeze three nickels from your very last dime

You can pray for still more than some others might have,
  or be thankful for what lies at your feet

You can love in the face of jealousy and hate
   —or start downward on hell’s one-way street

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)