Transformation Nation

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    Transformation Nation

       We are one nation of people that is far from perfect.
        We shall be subject to transformation to become
    better individuals. To congregate and speculate is my wish.
     To not critique each other because we are all unique.
      To not ridicule, but be cool. We all should have    an objective
    to make use of our time on Earth, not just with career in mind.
    We should not be egotistical with people in need of someone
    to confide in, but provide them with a loyal person.
    Neither should we be cynical; as humans, there is never enough
    we can do to be perfect, so always be subject
    to finding imperfections in self.
    Avoid being a pessimist; be an optimist. Do not let people
    distort what you only know is in you to give as a gift
    to society, to people totally in need of what's in you.
    To elaborate, don't let one bad apple ruin it for others
    you may come in contact with. Don't be fictitious;
    be realistic in terms of "different strokes for different folks"
    when giving whatever's in your comfort zone
    for everyday people in need. Maybe empathy or sympathy--
    just take time to be receptive, if you have the time.
    Hypothetically and logically thinking, by using this code,
    you can avoid a lot of negative and come closer
    to living life to the fullest by putting yourself in use more.
    It may be hard when you are living a certain lifestyle
    to maintain so many roles. Hypothetically, you have to think
    that maybe you can create a better nation when you consider
    the generations of your descendants to come.
    We shall be subject to change.
    Let's be a transformation nation and break the cycle.

                                                       Candace Collier

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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