Let them find the puddles
you pointed out —
what you call falling,
they call jumping.
Let them fly
to figure out fortunes.
Let them forget my name
and find their own.
Let me still be here
but let me let them go.
Shared with dVerse Poetics – Let them
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

A beautiful poem Shaun
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Thank you Sadje 🙏
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You’re welcome
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I love “what you call falling, they call jumping.” Makes me think of kids and their joy splashing in puddles.
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Thanks Sherry 🙏
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Oh let them be gone… it’s what I need the most
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