We complicate our Lives,
If things are going well,
We complain,
They should be better,
If things are going badly,
We complain,
Everything we do,
Seems so in vain,
We may think we know,
How to control our Destiny,
Not realizing that we control NOT,
The rapid pace of Life nor History.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Easy to complain and very difficult to compromise. Forget and proceed. Beautiful poem.