warren shava

Why Worry

Uncertain is my new constant, tomorrow is like a stolen mirage
I long for the solace of a comforting hymn, the kindness of a happy child
Memories obscure today’s happenings, harken to days past, duels and fights lost
Judgments are for the living, those gone cannot impose their will
Ignore known truths, lies are a comforting friend I oft have tea with
Tomorrow is best left to its own devices, my place in it is never assured, why worry?
Disguise hurt as harmless, hide it in the crevi

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