Like a child gathering daisies, I collected stories of the past

Memories built a lifetime destined not to last

Harvested by a farmer, baskets filled with sorrow

Indulged my mournful soul not ready for tomorrow

Burdened like a peddler with more than one could bear

I stumbled under sadness and wandered everywhere

Until at last I pondered what benefit I’d found

In heaping piles of grief and so I laid them down

One by one I placed them gently on the waves

And let the ripples take them to an ocean’s grave

And now with empty hands, my cares all lost at sea

Peace has finally found me. My heart has been set free.