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About This Poem
Why
It begs an answer
though often unanswered
to know or not to know
leaves more questions
Acceptance screams why
more often than not
Till the water runs out
the tea pot shouts
Sips too hot
Sips too cold
Tea in the teapot
leaves swirling bold
Knowing not
the when and how
Accepting His Grace
here and now
It's not about the tea
nor the birds or the bees
It is simply life
with all its strife
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