Take This MomentA Poem by Anna RiversTake a mirror, And look into your eyes, They are pretty eyes indeed. Take a look at your hands, Soiled as they may be. Feel for your feet. Do they tickle? Rest on the grass beneath your feet. Are you there still? Take a shower, Have a bath. Make it a monster bath. If you need to crash, Might I suggest, The soft recliner? To rest your head at long last.
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