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

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Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

The First Two Things Before Acting

In a short time, you’ll be nobody and nowhere
What’s the point in getting into a tizzy?
The task at hand, considered with care
Remember your purpose before getting busy