May as well wash all the dishes.
May as well be soft and sweet. May as well hang on to wishes In the midst loss complete. It is fortitude, not brute strength, Which enables perseverance. It is surrender, at great length, Which transforms the world’s appearance. May as well take time to grieve. May as well halt dizziness. May as well accept reprieve From our devotion to busyness. It is empathy, not I’m-rightness, Which builds health in community. It is generosity, fierce brightness, Which outshines disunity. Comments are closed.
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