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That Gentle Weight

There’s no should in Nature’s is. 
The way things are wasn’t left as any map
For the way things ought to be.

But that felt unease, that gentle weight
That works against selfish inclination,
Has served me well, whatever its provenance.

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I’ve retired after a career teaching law. I divide my time now between Athens, Georgia, in the States and the south coast of Ireland.