Making Mountains Out Of Mole Hills Poem by Audrey Heller

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Audrey Heller

Audrey Heller

Bronx, New York/ Now residing in Florida

Making Mountains Out Of Mole Hills



Why do most of us, have the inclination,
to worry about every little thing? We
really know, it makes no sense, at all.
We somehow, allow ourselves to make
mountains out of mole hills and this,
becomes our down fall. Why do we look
at a lot of things, in the wrong way? It may
not be, as bad as we think. We should put
rose colored glasses on, then maybe we'd
see everything, in the pink. There's no reason,
to always look on the dark side and not let,
the sunshine through. We're the ones, who
are making it a problem. So how do we
handle it? Simply, by not letting it, get to you.
Some of us are lucky and don't go further, than
today, because if something plagues them,
they'll take care of it, right away. So get a pair
of rose colored glasses, put them on and
you'll see a different point of view. Then
before you know it, everything, will come
up rosy, too!

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Audrey Heller

Audrey Heller

Bronx, New York/ Now residing in Florida
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