Let Go The Woe Poem by Paul Belfiglio

Detach, relax, let go the woe;
Let what's gone or ought'a go, go;
There's better to come what you come to outgrow.
Knowing what's important, though,
To reap, to sow,
To keep, forego.
Commanding your own balanced vessel be it sail, drift, motor, row;
Charting your own compassionate course throughout life's ebb and flow;
Treasuring your own nurturing cargo in the soul's hold below.
There's better, always better to come what you come to outgrow;
Let what's gone or ought'a go, go;
Detach, relax, let go the woe.

Copyright © 2014 by Paul Anthony Belfiglio