All Seems Alright Poem by Shalom Freedman

It will not stay this way for long
But now at this moment
All those I care about
All seems alright
-

Unless I think too much
And now the thought
Of a very sick dear friend comes

And I understand
It will never be completely alright
There will always be a reason for concern-

Must we know then
How to control our minds
And stop ourselves from thinking?

And instead live in a fictitious complete joy?

Can happiness be found only in focusing on partial truth and reality
In knowing how to look now
Only at what is good and true and beautiful?