I hate hearing
A sick baby cry
Don't like seeing
Ladies shed tears
Or an old man sad
He's getting up
In the years.



Wouldn't it be nice
If no one had to worry
And never had reasons
To be in a hurry?



If we accept our lives
Exactly as they are
Our lives will be beautiful
As the evening star.
Ralph L. Clark© July 5, 2009
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