When To Let Go
Is life’s lament meant,
To stay like set cement.
Or simply drift away,
Like any passing day?
How can, I be sure?
Just how much to endure?
Before I let it go,
And let the future flow.
With a silent moment’s thought,
Of things I once was taught.
And calm and peace is caught,
But only as it’s bought,
With reverent intent, remorse is duly spent.
Repent, repent, live on with good intent.
Copyright © Bill Baker | Year Posted 2022
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