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.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
