June 25: June Leaves Dance

How much of my life I have wasted

on brooding over my own thoughts,

needless worrying about what’s

gone wrong or about to go wrong,

endless recitations of wrongdoing

on my part or the part of others,

senseless reenactments of events

long gone and forgotten by most!

June leaves dance in the breeze.

Why would I not do likewise?

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