We grow every day:

As a child my abacus was my crutch for long dreary days
And over years I embarked in transformation in so many ways
Now my cane is my abacus, as I count the steps that I take,
While my aging bones crack and shake.

But I dare not to question what tomorrow might hold
As I lay down to sleep till the morning unfolds,
Knowing that I will wake a much better man
Without drama or masks to better my hand.

You see, for me metamorphosis is a daily routine
That allows my spirit to boast with this lustrous sheen.
Hence paint now your journey with rainbow-like colours
Illuminating jour path for you and all others.

For every action of ours bares the fruit that we reap
Thus, we’re blessed to count blessings, as a shepherd does sheep.
So come now ~ roll your dice ~ and keep the stakes high
Because transformation is a choice you shouldn’t deny.

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