A little whiskey in a glass
I can live without
gave up the brain pills
with little doubt
maybe meditation’s next
always prayer
they say the words go into ether
I feel You there
Not much of a plan
vague and uncertain
keep and open mind about
what’s behind the curtain
I’ve had some down years
lost sight of hope
had a few where all
I could do was cope
but I’ve got my boy
my lady as well
enough of a spark inside
to cast a spell
on the cusp of the end
of another year
close my eyes and wish
the teacher will appear
I’m no magician
I’m no diplomat
but here behind the curtain
I’m one upward moving cat
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