My life feels like lost library books…
and the fines get larger
and the books I can’t find,
were not worth reading.
It’s kinda like friends—there’s a few, that can influence you
and the others
waste your time.
My circumstances have made me stronger
not because they wanted to
but because I learned what to do
each morning
so that difficulties and insanities make me sharper.
In the end,
this is all that matters.
I don’t think money matters—just as long as you have a quiet place
to make sense of yourself, before entering the day
If you walk into madness too often, without making sense of it
You will become angry,
and nothing will save you.
Who you become
is what matters.
Facing
dead, unfriendly, faces
with style
with a status that requires no comparison
with no attachment
and no need
to say anything—
this is what matters.
People who conquer others
are defeated
inside.
People who need to prove their worth
are poor.
We must overcome ourselves
Self-overcoming is not political office
but contentment
that warms
like a wood stove, on a cold night
It’s a full feeling
so far away from empty
and the world will never understand that.
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Oh boy, plenty of tasty morsels in this one. Your writing seems so smooth and effortless, and most definitely profound. Nicely done as always. 🙂
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Thanks Mike U.! 🙂
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Hey, I’m glad that you enjoyed my poem!!!
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