(c) 2018 Edward York
When I was younger, I would get excited,
By the things I would hear on the news.
I would easily go into a rant mode,
And spend hours expressing my views.
Time has erased my frustrations,
And taught me to be humble and kind.
The rants may help ease my emotions,
But doubtful they are changing a mind.
Deep breaths will bring all the stress down,
Or maybe you can just go for a stroll.
I have learned to save all my efforts,
For things I know I can control.
You can start by turning off the TV.,
And then just switch off your cell.
Go take a walk out in nature,
Stop and give the flowers a smell.
Life is too short to be stressing,
About the things that may be.
Don't worry so much about the future,
Fight only the battles you can see.
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An interesting write! It's hard to find poems that flow as smoothly as your's does
Thank you. The cadence is of some importance with anything I do. I can appreciate it without,
A fine and true write laser.
Thank you. The mellowing from age.
Well written and expressed
Thank you, I always call them the way I see them, with no guarantee of correctness.
Welcome
There is far too much aggression and angst in this world - if only people could learn to 'chill out' it would be a much better world - fine write Laser
Mellowing works wonders.
It is amazing what aging does to our frame of mind. Well done, Lasergraph!
In youth we look forward, full of wonder and hope, now we are free to think about what it was we experienced in the past.
I have the same sort of metamorphosis guess it comes with age ... nice poem
Age brings perspective if not wisdom. We look back a lot, because that is where all of our time is. Not much ahead.
I am working on exactly what your poem describes ... learning to chill out, not sweat the small stuff. You express it beautifully, LG!
There is so much to appreciate, if we just open our eyes.
Very good and very true write. Walking with nature can work miracles.
We pass on by so much that is offered, too busy with life and what we think is important.
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