Just because its possible
We indulge our foible
Collecting, hording anything
Making ours everything
Stamps, art, shoes, clothing
Purses, flowers and playthings.
What a beautiful life! we think
While collecting hurt and grudge
And feelings of hate and revenge
We inflict these, through life's trudge
Giving birth to more of the same
Yet, wondering where from, they came
Let Go, Let Go!!
Love yourself a little more,
Transform those thats no good
To something better than good
Let Go!
We do not need those
In the place of our return.
1 comment:
Thats a great approach, with those thoughts I am sure you will be shining well. Who are you the mysterious figure :)
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