Days turn into years
And the cobwebs appear
Clouding our memories
And tempering the fear

Seen in the light of day
The cause becomes clear
Losing cherished things
The bauble we hold so dear

No need to grasp now
Enjoy the time that is given
Don’t worry about the past
Focus on joy in the living

Stoic Poetry


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