Our Griefs
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Are life’s griefs to stay like set cement?
Or drift away, like any passing day?
How can I be sure how much to endure?
Before I let it go, and let the future flow?
With a silent moment’s thought of things taught
A calming peace is caught, only if it’s bought.
With reverent intent, remorse is spent.
Let go and move forward with good intent.
Copyright © Bill Baker | Year Posted 2024
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