Tags
Acceptance, Life, Poetry, Zen
There are days when help forgets
It happens when you’re strong,
The day when help remembers
Is the day all seems wrong.
Is there need to place a blame?
Or was it meant to be?
Is there a valid reason?
Why didn’t I just see?
There is no err in what is,
It just had to happen.
It’s something you can handle,
Accept it as a zen.