go clean your closet
but
I could not focus
upon
the task at hand
What about the world?
All that suffering?
What am I to do about it all?
So I sat down
broom in hand
and suffered too-
my closet
left untouched
Tasting my salty tears
I realized
My suffering
my sadness
did not help
the suffering of the world
Drying my eyes
I picked up the broom
and began
to sweep
in one small corner
cDeby White Jizi 2011
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