Why Worry
No matter our struggle, our toil,
One day the wind will carry our dust
Carelessly across wind blown the lands.
Why worry and put so much of ourselves
And meaning into that which does not matter ...
Why do we attempt to master all things outside of self?
First we must become masters at living.
Copyright © Paul E. Lake | Year Posted 2019
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