Your taking on the troubles of the next hundred years
Is a conceit.
You'll be gone.
It's a way not to be.
But put money on it.
You'll be dead.
So sit one moment in the present.
Enjoy the river as it flows
And don't fret at the warm wet breeze.
Everyone will take on their portion of the trouble.
You take on your little piece and don't be greedy
Or afraid.
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