March 4, 2021
It would be too easy to give in,
To let the inner demons win,
To let the world engulf our very being.
It is much harder to live,
To remember to love and to give,
And not be stymied by every little thing.
Life will always be suffering,
Without it we have nothing,
It is hard to appreciate the good without the bad.
But would it be asking too much?
If pain would ease up just a touch,
So we can be a little more happy than we are sad.
And it is easy to forget,
To worry and to fret,
And let anxiety rule your day.
But when a loved one is in trouble,
Pop goes the self-absorbed bubble,
It is amazing how fast self-pity slips away.