Attention!

(The process can be trusted)

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Well, here I am today, alive, awake,

arrived at that big day at end of year.

My school work’s finished, and the jobs I’ve been 

giving my attention to, have come some way.

Today I pick a truck up, and then take

a journey interstate in it, appear,

(that’s if I make it) with my lady keen,

at house of friend, pack truck, tomorrow say

“Goodbye” to grandchild’s house (where two have baked),

truck household goods to third state, not so near,

and on the way, attend a friend’s wedding,

with fam’ly get-together, drive more, hey!

If we get there, unload the truck, and make

our way home. Mate might just have plumbed the rear 

of our small house where sewage has been seen

and we’ll continue fixing place to stay

for friends and fam’ly who would like to shake

things up, and have some space to live to cheer

folk on, as one & three year olds who’re weaned

can move on & grow up, and learn to pay

attention to important things, like cake;

and celebrate each birthday, and each year,

one moment sad, then happy, gentle, mean;

and let the process grow us in the way

that love has done, so silently, each night,

when we give up our conscious selves, close tight

our little eyes, and open selves to light

like plants to sun, and air and water sprite.

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