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DEAR FUTURE

After all, I'm not that oblivious of life's prospects.
Although I'm not as religious as the prophets.
I can bless lives by coining the alphabets.
Before one dreams, he must first sleep.
Below big streams is a valley so deep.
And every hill has a leeward quite steep.
Consider if beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder,
Cameras would be envied by the ordinary photographer.

This is how I wrote my letter: 

Dear future, What hast thou for we?
LIFE, as healthy and old as we can be.
MONEY, to acquire the tangibles we see.
WIFE, a faithful one just cute like me.
All the above and to love God, my plea.
I have sojourned to shores of a blue sea,
With good council and a jug of green tea,
Amidst lessons from an ant and a lil bee.

Too many friends make enemies out of nothing,
Making allies out of your foes is virtue worth knowing.
If one always gets the lips to your ear just to say something,
He may be nursing evil which couldn't germinate by sowing.
When in your room a housefly is found wanting,
Never conclude that it's the fault of the wind blowing.
Earth has few good lions and many bad cats so don't be always panting,
Learn to see with the heart what the eyes may not be showing.

Dear future, 
With harps and instruments of neoterics,
Sing to me your favorite lyrics,
For in this year's song I want to feature.
Teach me with the whiteboard of a lecturer,
Till I have learned to ignore all critics, 
From the experience of my faithful teacher.

Bring to my mindset a focus without frivolity,
And to my disappointment a next opportunity,
Let them acquiesce our service to humanity,
Has not been subject to insane vanity,
But for that, have we reaped wealth in sanity.

With the hope that all is well,
Even though the "when" we can't tell,
For as long as water runs in the well,
We're not alone when talking of people who seldom fell.
There will some day be an idea that can surely sell.

Ooh Dear unseen future,
I cannot pray you any further,
But pardon for the unpaved paths treaded,
The unread books we woefully shredded,
And those untold stories with lies we embedded.
Let's achieve more than our soul thinketh.
For we've made hay while our sun shineth.

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