My mother lived ’til three months shy of ninety-five

She level set my crazy ways by stating fact

“It doesn’t ‘mount to hill of beans,” she’d say to me.

I’d have to reassess my faulty point of view

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I share the simple wisdom to evaluate

Your circumstances, problems and those challenges

That lock you in a jail created by your mind

Enumerate the beans and free yourself to fly