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Gone before tomorrow Is the fellow who insists That the day of his retirement Is the workday he resists. Where he pulls the plug on having An excuse to leave his bed, Which escalates the likelyhood That , perhaps, he’ll soon be dead. Because... To lose the joy of purpose Is to lose the will to try And when the spirit of endeavour's gone The soul begins to die. So do yourself a favour son Recant on how you play... Excorcise retirement And live another day. Enjoy the flow of living With purpose at it’s hub And magnify the meaningful Yea brother... that’s the rub! Marshalg Magnifying the meaningful@the Bach Mangere Bridge 24 January 2011
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Jan 23, 2011
Jan 23, 2011 at 6:24 PM UTC
A Purpose at it's Hub.
Gone before tomorrow Is the fellow who insists That the day of his retirement Is the workday he resists. Where he pulls the plug on having An excuse to leave his bed, Which escalates the likelyhood That , perhaps, he’ll soon be dead. Because... To lose the joy of purpose Is to lose the will to try And when the spirit of endeavour's gone The soul begins to die. So do yourself a favour son Recant on how you play... Excorcise retirement And live another day. Enjoy the flow of living With purpose at it’s hub And magnify the meaningful Yea brother... that’s the rub! Marshalg Magnifying the meaningful@the Bach Mangere Bridge 24 January 2011
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Jan 23, 2011
Jan 23, 2011 at 6:24 PM UTC
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