Listlessly at the end of my tether
On many a desolate day,
Braving that cold Canadian weather
Alone did I grieve and pray.
When all at once, a voice did I hear
Across the azure skies:
"The mind is in itself a place clear
Make it your haven wise".
A hell of heaven or heaven of hell
It is an illusion made by man,
How cleverly the mind does this well
With elegance and elan!
But that was then and this is now
I count my blessings in turn,
Trying to make it work somehow
And from past lessons learn.
For today with my computer
Smiling we reign supreme,
My inner strength I encounter
Regaining self esteem.
So slowly I discover the beauty
Of my mine mother tongue;
Grammar, tradition and duty,
I am again alive and young!
Empowered I feel the vital force
Zooming through cyber space,
Tapping into my minds resource
As I meet "him" face to face!
Delightfully trapped in this net
Where art and friendship blossom,
Can HIS grace bestow yet
Another such world awesome?
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Then and now
