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Life.
Life is fast, life is slow
why is it that,
whatever its is
I am angry unsatisfied,
when it's moving too fast
and I feel so busy
I am angry
boiling over
at those moving slowly.
When its moving slowly
and I am content with the pace
I feel left behind
helpless,
watching the sands of my life
waste away.
What is the answer
to contentment in pace
of this I'm not sure,
one thing I know
with clarity of heart
that surely helps not
comparison,
comparison is the thief of Joy.
About the Creator
Alexander Stoddart
The musings of a melancholic man.
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