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| WHAT IS SUCCESS? At age 4 . . ... success is . . . not peeing in your pants. At age 12 . . . success is . . . having friends. At age 18 . . . success is . . . having a drivers license. At age 20 . . . success is . . . having sex. At age 35 . . . success is . . . having money. At age 50 . . . success is . . . having money. At age 60 . . . success is . . . having sex. At age 70 . . . success is . . . having a drivers license. At age 75 . . . success is . . . having friends. At age 80 . . . success is . . . not peeing in your pants. |
| Poems On Life...and life's valueble lessons |
| He who looses money, looses much; He who looses friends looses much more; He who looses faith looses all. |
| Learn from the mistakes of others You don't live long enough to make them all yourself |
| To handle yourself, use your head, To handle others, use your heart. Anger is only one letter short of danger. If someone betrays you once; it is his fault, If he betrays you twice; it is your fault. |
| Great minds discuss idea's; Average minds discuss events; Small minds discuss people |
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| The Mask A mask of plastic happiness often covers her sadness Her beliefs hidden from most Afraid of, but willing to face the unknown Wondering where her place is in this life She has come close to sharing herself Never completely revealing anything to anyone Feelings of invisible chains corner her When she dreams, reality shatters before her very eyes Accomplishments she strives for just at hands grasp She feels lost sometimes, not yet finding her notch in this world At times the glimmer in her calm eyes slowly disappears But within her heart a silent flame burns her inside and out She roams day by day, playing roles Strength unknowingly resides in her History repeats itself once again The translucent veil she so proudly wears Little by little answers will come, pushing it aside One day there will be no more mask for her to wear One day her beliefs will be known One day she'll know her place in this life One day she will share herself ONE DAY this mask will be NO MORE |
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