Monday, March 28, 2022

Learn

 At thirty-eight

The words worry

At thirteen

They flew 

And soared

The question is

Idealism ceased

When reality

Was too much

Not to address


Free me

From worry

So life

Can become 

A joy

It deserves


Thank you ancestors

The blood of 

Yellow and blue

Is my mantra


Be determined

Be so fierce

The world

Takes notice

20 comments:

  1. Simple words in right order has a power

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  2. I don't think we'll ever be free from worry -- it will just vary who and what we worry about.

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  3. Worrying does no good yet we can't seem to stop.

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  4. At 70 plus you learn worry disappears quickly as well as the days of the week. it's strange but all i want and usually see is the beauty that i missed out on seeing when so busy with my life.

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  5. I love reading your thoughtful and creative posts. You should publish them in a book!

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  6. Such powerful words! Wishing you an inspired week!

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  7. Good words and thoughts too.

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  8. Love your words and sentiments. Blessings.

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  9. making it mine... free me from worry...
    Kisses!

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  10. Beautifully spoken Regine
    Blessings
    Maxine

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  11. Lovely and creative. Worrying doesn't solve anything.

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  12. Nice poem! ๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’›
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  13. It's nice that you are close to your ancestors and remember them in your heart.

    Have a sweet day, dear friend.

    ~Sheri

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