No one holds the answer
For the answer’s in the past
And the present’s always fleeting
Seems like nothing ever lasts
So hold strong for the future
The answer will unfold
Like mud beneath the lotus
Blossom and you’ll know
No one holds the answer
For the answer’s in the past
And the present’s always fleeting
Seems like nothing ever lasts
So hold strong for the future
The answer will unfold
Like mud beneath the lotus
Blossom and you’ll know
Words Of An Average White Male 
I’m no good at poetry – I think I’m just too literal and plain speaking – but I love this poem, which is short, something to which I can relate and at same time ends with something of beauty.
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Thank you Debra, hope you blossom today and always.
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