12/9/11

We may worry all we wish,

We may wring our hands and fret,

But reality is this,

And what hasn't happened yet,

Will transpire as it will,

Though we wait with tortured souls,

We will never know until,

Future hours chime and toll.

'tis far better to reflect,

On the best of all that's been,

Than to painfully expect,

What is still yet to begin.

We may meddle to no end,

We may writhe in agony,

But for all we may pretend,

Nothing changes what will be.