When good and evil were formed
Hearts either chilled or warmed
So then every God had warned
To follow the golden rule
I will no longer subscribe
That my life is a tragic ride
Not a rose-tinted world I describe
Just a way of looking and seeing
So sound the bells and travel far
Drop a coin and pass the jar
It’s up to us to heal the scar
Tragedy is a choice
Submitted to Ovi Poetry Challenge – Tragedy and inspired by comments there.
Today I’m feeling:
Rested and slow to get going. Two Utopian coffees are working their magic though I wish I could clear the phlegm out of my body and breathe clearly again.
Today I’m grateful for:
The Ruamittr ice cream in the freezer that Amy only told me about today!
The best thing about today was:
Clean (and new) sheets!
Something I learned today?
It was interesting to read an old interview with all the members of Rancid and to hear a wild story about an exhumed baby at Gilman Street!

Powerful poem!
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🙏 Thank you.
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Love the message and it’s lovely to read such sharp refreshing perspective ❤️
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🙏 Thank you. I’m sometimes a contrarian, even against myself!
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Haha, I can relate ❤️
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Powerful poem.
‘It’s up to us to heal the scar
Tragedy is a choice’ So true.
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🙏 Thank you Indira.
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