When

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When you can see the broken shores of beaches,

And take in the beauty thats so serene.

When you can make a part of every day

Be no less then perfect no matter how impossible it seems.

When you can capture the ever growing picture,

And never break your gaze from the ending prize,

And linger no longer on the flawed ways of our world

But embrace the happy whims of tomorrow through a child's eyes.

When you can labor with a joyous heart,

And smile at the workers strive,

When you can give your all a thousand times over

But not once scream of the unfairness of our lives.

When you can make a silly and seemingly useless task,

A story to tell, a legend filled with questions to be asked.

When life no longer gives you lemons,

And you go plant them on your own.

When you realize that when you give a friend a free ride,

You are not giving them a lift,

When you see through God's eyes,

And serve with willing love and without pitching a single fit.

When you are happy with whats placed before you,

And happier to give away still,

You have reached your given potential,

And even more so, you are with virtue filled.


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