joy is ripe for the picking

I hear myself telling the students
"keep going", "don't give up"
hear the voice inside saying
practice what you preach
not so easy to teach
an old dog new tricks
I turn on the TV
turn off my brain
shut the blinds
close my eyes
can't always see things
for what they are
then there you are
all shiny and new
my shining star
my brand new son
my eternal reminder
joy is ripe for the picking
so I'm sticking to my guns
in believing
the power I have
to change the lives of others
is the same power I have
to change my own

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