Sometimes, in life's journey there is sorrow,
The saline drips, a-dreading of tomorrow.
Heart ache kicks in, pain excruciating,
sees what it's caused but hurting's not abating.
What we forget is that this too shall pass.
Is pain not like a field of withered grass?
Invisible, the source of your deep ache,
to brief re-cap, the whole thing a mistake.
The best solution? Climb back on the horse,
eye your prospects, take a refresher course.
Quote: H. Jackson Brown Jr.
BT solution: Sometimes
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