Take Charge

 

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A jaundiced spirit

Lingered with us a while

Camouflaged our hindrance

Etched life in hardened soil

Bruised our intellectual toil

Then unfolded a radiant smile

Praised strong and willful belief

A passel of concordant relief

 §

  “You must take personal responsibility. You cannot change the circumstances, the seasons, or the wind, but you can change yourself. That is something you have charge of.”― Jim Rohn

-Eugenia

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  8 comments for “Take Charge

  1. 07/03/2017 at 12:18 pm

    Beautifully composed!

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  2. 07/03/2017 at 1:26 pm

    I literally sighed in relief at the end of the poem. I like the closure.

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    • 07/03/2017 at 3:53 pm

      Thank you for your kind comment, Jacqueline. 😉

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  3. 07/03/2017 at 11:23 pm

    Yes. The closure is awesome. Brilliant poem!

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  4. 07/11/2017 at 6:13 am

    May the radiance of that smile linger long.. 🙂 lovely poem.. ❤

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  5. 07/11/2017 at 2:47 pm

    Thank you, Sue.

    Like

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