Thoughts
are like little droplets of water.
A single drop
doesn't make a huge difference,
it doesn't mean much.
However,
if we continue dropping,
dropping,
and dropping negative thoughts,
we create a puddle.
Before long you can form a shallow pond,
then a lake,
then even an Ocean.
Sooner than later,
We can drown in all that negativity.
Consistent positive thoughts,
float on the Ocean of life.
The thoughts we think accumulate over time,
which will determine our
rainy tragedy
or
reign in triumph.
What kind of puddle are you standing in?
—Tristian Lamar Frank Ford
I'm in between somewhere at the moment x Thanks for sharing! Top marks x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! " Thoughts…determine… rainy tragedy or reign in triumph. " nice one. Good poem
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