mgv2_88 | swan song| 04_17 Recipe for Contentment by Randel McCraw-Helms Understand this: nobody understands anything, We all are blind, benighted, terminal, And lost in a darkened maze with no outlet Save one, nor is that lighted. The lucky few Amble toward it patiently, trusting that Many tasks are unfinishable, and Many burdens beg to be laid down, left For others, who also may, if they wish, Pass them on with the merest shrug and smile. Ignore siren despair’s summons, there is No one right thing to do, ever, and most houses, Employments, children, will outlast us gleefully. If not, we have as choices grieving or singing. Each is medicinal if accepted.
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