28OCT25
the sky is the limit
have to be scrappy
or at least try
better to be happy
than to cry
extend your reach
write a love letter
you have to teach
yourself to do better
read the Book
try to skim it
take a long look
the sky is the limit
your soul annoint
with what you glean
it just might point
to the unseen
be more bold
full steam attack
let nothing hold
you and your dreams back
move like the breeze
that the angels blew
there thru the trees
like the bigfoot do
I hope your sails are full of wind, hope and humor as you work and smirk your way thru this day. Happiness is only a smile away.
If you are struggling or your spirits are falling remember you have a parachute. That would be BIGFOOT. Sometimes goofy is just what you need. If that does not stop the descent pull the reserve. That would be (I’m guessing) DOGMAN. Pull the cord. LET HER RIP.
Like they used to say at Fort Benning and Fort Bragg.
“Drive On Airborne”