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Do Not Cry Over spilled Milk by Steward, Courtny

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Cry Not Over Spilled Milk

K-ind clime makes one smile, 
R-ain falls on a crying bird; 
I-t's better to accept things, 
S-poken words can't be recovered. 
T-ry not to cry over spilled milk, 
I-t's already gone to waste; 
N-ever be in vain regrets 
E-ven if it has a better taste. 

G-rieve not over spilled milk, for it cannot be undone; 
O-ctober tenth early morn, it's time to see the sun. 

E-xpect the unexpected, 
D-on't mind the broken silk; 
I-t's nice to utter with a laugh, 
C-ry not over spilled milk.


Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2017


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Do Not Cry Over spilled Milk

She was a forgotten seed-
planted and left alone.
She was unnoticeable to those who passed;
however, to herself, her presence was known.

The soil she was surrounded by was:
dark, dry and mostly dirt. 
She begun too early-
the feeling of devastation and hurt.

After what seemed like forever,
the sky began to express nurture. 

She grew out of the dirt-
in to the beautiful world. 
Now full of oxygen,
her peddles swirled. 

Not a day passed- 
where she would not move in the wind;
as she knew she was blessed to grow the way that she did. 

Through hardship, loneliness and pain;
she is now able to always appreciate the rain-
even if it does so, every single day. 

- Courtny Steward


Copyright © Courtny Steward | Year Posted 2018