Worrying, we oft share
A secret with a rocking chair—
Back and forth, to and fro in air,
And still reaching nowhere,
The chair stops not rocking,
Nor yet we— worrying!
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Reflections | 06.02.09 |
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To and fro! ! ! ! Back and forth. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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