Maybe you stay.
Maybe you be thankful you have a roof over your head and food to eat. And a van to drive. And a good job with good people.
Maybe you just go to work and go the gym and go to Toastmasters. And you get what you can get and you give what you can give.
Maybe you you keep on loving those who love you.
And for those who don’t, well, maybe you turn the other the other cheek and keep on walking.
Maybe you take the crumbs that fall and enjoy them for what they are.
Maybe you be thankful for your flowers and your garden and you sit in the sun on the week-ends and watch the birds and the butterflies. And enjoy the beauty that you have.
Maybe you just suck it up because everybody has something, a cross to bear, and this is your something, your cross to bear.
Maybe you accept that Cinderella is just a fairy tale and that there is no handsome prince and no happily ever after.
Maybe the best you can hope for is to die in your sleep and maybe you chalk each day up to a good day fighting.
Maybe you let your dreams turn to dust.
And maybe you stay.