Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Stress less
Stress less When problems amass and it all seems de trop, the answer sounds crass, but we need to let go. When everything's dark and we've nowhere to go, if we can't hit the mark, we should go with the flow. Worrying won't change a single thing, so, stop trying to arrange and let it all go.
it has a flippant ring to it but therein abides much wisdom: Let it go 🙂
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👍 Indeed! 🙂
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I read your poem, thought about it deeply, and fell asleep with the cat on my lap. Clearly, it’s a well articulated message!! 🙂
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🤣 A nap,
with a cat on the lap.
perhaps
deserves a clap!👏👏
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🙂 “Let go!” said the cat
and fell with a splat
but he always lands on his feet.
I’m not so neat!
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🤣 This sounds like the beginning of a Dr Seuss book.
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Sage advice my friend 🖤
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Lost my column skipped my row; but I’m ready to let it go 😉 Thanks, Hobbo.
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😂 You’re welcome!
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