Truth, is Worries that darken the day in time slip away like a fistful of sand leaving only the regret of wasted time Share this:ShareTwitterFacebookRedditEmailLike this:Like Loading... Related
2 thoughts on “Truth, is”
Nice poem, Rick. Worrying, as a “present moment” activity, is such an unproductive mode of thought–not to mention, anxiety-provoking, depression-inducing, or simply mind-muddling. Worrisome thinking, unlike more productive analysis, planning, and behavior, takes us out of the present and into an uncertain future, away from the possibility of being more constructive in some way, whether through actions, speech, or thoughts. Again, nice poem. Thank you!
How true! Thank you, rpt