I hate this life’s ugliness,
Its sorrow and pain;
The disturbing savagery.
To me life is all about
Beauty and Joy;
The inexplicable power of love.
But life tosses sensibilities about
From one end of its spectrum
to the other,
Fueling my sense of powerlessness
Over the unforeseen unpredictabilities.
I’ll never get a handle on it,
It will not be controlled or managed;
Life simply unfolds as it will.
All I can do is hold onto my own,
Find a way to deal with the
Suffering and the folly of fools,
While I cling with gratefulness
To my own daily graces;
My own precious loved ones
Who are on this journey with me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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