Peace of mind.
What a gift it is.
To get, keep and value.
With a maintaining it.
As if the precious treasure it is.
And remaining not to become involved,
With others wishing to discuss...
Their unsolved issues to hear them,
Fuss and cuss yet unable to give up.
Wanting anyone to listen and hear,
Who has done what to do.
But...
Rush they will,
To be intimately in the midst.
Of someone else's business.
Like an addict on crack needing a fix!
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