light sky

When all in life seems broken
fuses blow
printer jams
shredder dead
I went for a walk
And looked at the sky
The clouds don’t break
I wonder why

Clouds don’t break down
‘Tho said to burst
They do their job
Take up their load
Transport it miles
Then drop it off
They don’t even ask us to sign a receipt!

Perhaps we humans might do better to just get on with life the way the clouds do??

About Rosalie Squires

'Who am I?' is a question whose answer keeps evolving, that can be answered in many, many ways; that has no known answer at all. But there are some clues to be found: stocksharpsquires.wordpress.
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