My therapist goes on and on says; there are things to be found, <br />things I Have to do. <br />not to look to close at the past, that did not last. <br />but of things in the future I must do. <br />My therapist, she says; I am to prove myself, <br />if I wish to enjoy my retirement. <br />I must retain new thoughts, make new friends, to take the place, <br />of you, <br /> not be afraid to correct the few mistakes that I made. <br />as the past marches on. <br />as time waits for no one, goes on with age. <br />someday, statistics will show, that you did your part, <br />to face the future as to sage. be rejuvenated to new heights that awaits us all. <br />so admit to our past mistakes, <br /> not to late.<br /><br />chas garcia<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-therapist/
