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The Way It Is by William Stafford

The Way It Is

There’s a thread you follow. It goes among/ things that change. But It doesn’t change./ People wonder what you are pursuing./ You have to explain about the thread.? But it is hard for others to see./ While you hold it you cannot get lost. Tragedies happen; people get hurt/ or die; and you suffer and get old. / Nothing you do can stop time’s unfolding./ You don’t ever let go of the thread.

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