Good

It is not good to want. We all know that.
It's better to accept, and, with the baby
Back asleep, the leaves returning to the trees,
The air becoming warm, the river flowing
Silently below on its way to the sea, I find
I have nothing to want, and that, I know,
Is good.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-04-17 at 15:22

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