The Clairol Girl.. And you

When the road you travel is blocked.

By a fallen tree;

When the party ostracizes you ,

And you linger on the periphery

Of their closed and glitzy gathering

You may betray yourself and become of them

Or you may also choose to turn away.

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When the path you travel is flooded

Who wont remember your daily visit

You may choose to call today or leave it until tomorrow

When the you boat sail becomes becalmed

In the open vastness of the sea :

You may just float with the Atlantic drift;

Or you may choose to row unyielding against the tide

When the Clairol girl jumps the queue

Because she’s told she’s worth it

You may choose to tell her she’s not.

Or you may choose to simply turn away.

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When the wind blows against you as you walk

And sand blows up from the strand into your eyes ,

With vexatious swirling gusts

You may choose push onward –

And lean with all your might against elements

But something from the great unfathomable;

The more ennobling the journey and yet;

Its reward may not be so evident to you

Against the thousand daily temptations to turn away;

Is itself a statement of yourself;

Into the vastness of eternity;

And maybe in another Eternity;

Someone, or some form is smiling gently on you.