in life something comes up
unacceptable
we are like horses
needing more rending
soon we give up the
struggle
we stop kicking and
punching
we lay peacefully
saying yes to everything
a frog wonders and croaks
we are not affected anymore
we are ponds now
as peaceful as a leaf floating
as soft as rain falling on the water
making ripples without sound
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You are right RIC. Economically deprived are contented with food stamps. there is always quietness before and after the storm.