Be secure with some peace.
There's no cause for your fear;
History assures us,
Bad will fail.
Weeks from now,
Today's terrors are gone,
Predictions confirm
Goodness prevails.
The bad can't escape.
Cold comfort, I hear,
But what of today?
The nows conflict
With our joys, you say.
This too will pass.
Fade like lover's breath;
So seldom brought up,
Soon laid to rest.
Goodness lives on,
The bad's with past sorrows,
For Goodness sake,
Let's get on with tomorrow.
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