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Mental Health

Mental Health

My father gave me three rules, hair, collar and shoes,
they should all be smart, clean, part of life's tools,
if you have all of those, then good mindset will follow,
you'd be ready to cope with everything, above and below.

I remembered the brilliantined hair with side parting,
religiously engineered, grinning, nothing left wanting,
collar and tie, not your scruffy t-shirt or slack polo,
you were nearly ready to just go out and say hello.

Now, those shoes were mirror image of reflection,
people looked down instead of up as a distraction;
in later years I wore a silk mohair suit, as you go,
they used to say : 'Here he comes, star of tv and radio.

No matter what you believe, take what you were taught,
raise yourself to a level and you will never be caught.

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