I am not living for retirement, I am living for death
Finding purpose with every breath
I’ve feared dying, yet I have been suicidal
I’ve loved passionately and been homicidal
To retire is to die and to die is to retire
I refuse to be doomed to the fire
I will get myself close to perfection
Seeing achievement in my reflection
No more disappointment, regret or remorse
Embracing reality and setting course
No looking back with crippling emotion
That has rendered me swallowing salt in the ocean
That fire that broke me, now will mold me
Saying goodbye to 33 versions of the old me
Training myself like a soldier at war
I will not be lost or hindered anymore
I will control every last bit of myself
The reward will be great wealth and perfect health
No more waking up and falling asleep mourning
Focused only on the goal when I wake up in the morning
Father thank you for the plan, please give me conviction
The latest version of me has been served an eviction
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Corene Torres
Specialize in sales training and coaching for management and agents. Poet, published a book (Where I Stood), podcaster & doing spoken word on YouTube (Tornado Torres). Dealer in NASA based green technology (Krypto Marketing on Facebook).
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