A Poem of Beginning and End
An end, a beginning. I set out on my way.
Paint my world, build a house, not of stone or clay.
It is a river, never the same from day to day.
Life must keep flowing. Black shows best on white.
A humble heart knows how to live in delight.
Those who seek control will never live in flight.
Grateful for life.
Money and crypto, some agreements built on sand.
Connected to oneself, to what’s truly grand.
What truly counts is less of wrong, and more of good by hand.
Best regards,
Michael
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