We fret about delivering;
That we won’t measure up –
Our gifts will be found wanting,
As will we —

And so we stand there, shivering,
Afraid to take a chance,
Because of our great

How many days will pass us by,
How many precious minutes,
Because we feel unworthy
And askew —

It’s time, at last, to let that die;
It’s time to wrestle life
Away from anybody else
But you

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