That Is Enough

Poem By Susan Drozda Cooper

As for life..... I see it!
But I have yet learned
to read it.
I look for its gifts....
and that will do me.

Comments about That Is Enough

Nice write susan, you don't need to see it, just live it to the fullest. Smiling at you, Tai

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