Yes,
\nit\u2019s true,
\nmy life stays where it is.
\nI seldom leave
\nfor want of a destination.
\nBut my horse is ready.
\nMy spirit has its helmet on.
\nI am ready to find
\nthe kingdom of my heart.
\nThe place where apples grow.
\nWhere eyes flash with lightning,
\nand brave men stand grandly,
\nat their ease before virtuous women.
\nI know that destiny
\nincludes some plan.
\nThat I am in the best place
\nfor things to happen,
\nas I eat cheese and drink my coffee.<\/p>\n
As the years fall from my shoulders
\nand youth smiles from my new teeth.
\nThat all sadness has left me,
\nand love has come in my life
\nwith the purity of a chapel\u2019s window.
\nSo beautiful,
\nthe sun melts the stone
\non the floor,
\nand Don Quixote joins me
\nin my prayers,
\nand calls me brother.
\nThe truth is where I stand.
\nWhere the rain falls on me.
\nWhere I lift my grandsons
\nin perfect joy,
\nand thank fate for life\u2019s victory.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Yes, it\u2019s true, my life stays where it is. I seldom leave for want of a destination. But my horse is ready. My spirit has…<\/p>\n