adult, aged, blur

Hello everyone yesterday I wrote a poem about my grandma (Tales of grandma 1). If you did not read it you can find it here. This is the second post about her, enjoy 😁


I am miseducated like the one Lauren Hill

Even though I stand on top of the hill

I still can’t see far

Like grandma far away seated on her favourite stool

She laughs as I tell her of my worries of tomorrow,

Claiming tomorrow never comes

And that I should enjoy the NOW.

Worry does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow, it empties today of its strength.”


 

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