The sounds of sorrow . . .
I'm so trying, making every effort,
to live in this world we've been given.
Or, should I say, gifted?!
There's ever so much good here on
Mother Earth and I love and enjoy
the life I've been gifted. Having said
that, I might do well to never watch
the news, nor listen to tales told out
of school.
I cope pretty well if I don't see scenes
depicted on the news of street violence.
I find the banality and levity of stars'
lives hard to imagine, much less accept.
Have zero idea why, but my guy watches
these.
So, wherein lies the answer? Is it head
in the sand time? Ne'er buy a newspaper?
Don't watch the news? None of this . . .
"Say, have you heard . . . ?"
Or perhaps, I just need to give myself
permission to exit reality and simply
live quietly in my tiny, tiny 130 year old
cabin and call it a day?! ~!@#$%^&*()_+
Thank the gods I'm a 100 years old, retired
and broke . . . how would I cope otherwise?!
chin up have a smile
mama earths sorrow is mine
no laughing matter
"I will not give up the flowers in my heart
for stones just because the world is a hard
place. The world is only hard because it
needs more flower hearted people"
~Nikita Gill
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