Poet on a Mission
Do we not all die ?
Then why waste our time caring?
Our efforts to be truly happy,
Are all based upon our fears.
Fear to be last, to be lost,
To be able to love, to receive.
The complicated way we become,
Never allows us to move forward.
Whilst I see the tiny children,
Living without this concern.
For in this precious life,
When do we finally realise ?
That to really enjoy it all,
We must be open to see.
Simple, honest truth, breeds belief,
Of a chance to be fear free !
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