No Discount On Feelings!

No Discount On Feelings! short poem

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If we feel weird about it
Why not say it?

If we feel happy about it
Why not show it?

If we feel bad about it,
Why do we oppress it?

If we feel desirous about it,
We do we cope with it?

If we feel curious about it,
Why not ask about it?

This cascade of high, low, even and odd called Feelings
Why do they always have to be discounted?
Why not they always be facile give a-ways?

If you find a way to profess, My mate,
Not once discount it!
Shout out loud,
Win some,
Lose some,
Weep a lot,
Care a wholesome,
Love more,
Brood less.

Not once discount it!
Because,this is what, ‘Being’ is about.

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