Poem #17

For poetry month.

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We angst
About what is next with
Endless conversations.
We worry
About what to do.
Weighing the
Possibilities.
We fret
About things we 
Cannot change
And yet.
We try.

And through it all,
We know to 
Be grateful
For what we have.
We remind ourselves
Live in the moment.
We stop
To look at the
Beauty of it.
To touch it,
To breathe it.

Still
We angst,
We fret,
We worry.

 

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