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Hi kids!
Flipping through the pages of a book, an interesting poem by an unnamed poet held my attention and here I would like to share it with you all.
It is not the work but the worry,
That drives all sleep away
As we toss and turn and wonder
About the cares of the day.
Do we think of the hands’ hard labour
Or the steps of the tired feet?
Ah, no! But we plan and wonder
How to make both ends meet.
It is not the work, but the worry
That makes us troubled and sad
That makes us narrow and sordid
When we should be cheery and glad.
There’s a shadow before the sunlight,
And ever a cloud in the blue,
The scent of the rose is tainted,
The notes of the song are untrue.
It is not the work, but the worry,
That makes the world grow old,
That numbers the years of its children
Ere half their story is told;
That weakens their faith in heaven
And the wisdom of God’s great plan.
Ah! ’tis not the work, but the worry,
That breaks the heart of man.
Just don’t read through it but stop to ponder the message that the poem conveys, as it has deep meaning for one’s whole life.
Have a happy cheerful weekend!
Bye!
Ed
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