by Yvonne

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Sitting there on the chair.
Making wishes, hopes and prayers,
watching the clouds up in the sky.
Hoping life won't pass me by,
Dreaming of new ideas,
Hoping someone hears my prayers
Focusing on life's purpose.
Hoping for a magical sense,
that when one door closes,
Another one opens!

By Yvonne McCartney

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I must be in a bit of a bad mood Yvonne. 

Why wait 'till the other door opens? Why sit, dreaming and hoping for things that may not happen?

Grab life and make the best of the hands we're dealt with.  

Hope people don't mind the gambling metaphor?

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