November 3, 2004
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Poor Poor Me
I know others have it
Much harder in life
Than me
Yet recently that realization
Hasn’t helped me overcome
My own troubled thoughts
Experience had proven
Time and time again
That fear is always at the root
That faith and action
Create the change I need
To overcome
But still I sit
Unchanged and uneasy
Demoralized
As of yet unwilling
To take the initiative
That might change my day
Why must I always wait
Until enough pain has accumulated
And all other options run out
Hoping against all odds
That someone or something
Will clear this difficult path on my behalf
Hoping I can avoid the work
The discomfort, the unease
That will cure my mental disease
Still I know others have it
Much harder in life
Than poor old me
Comments (5)
You know I have been waiting so paitently for you to write something…*sighs*
You are two thirds there luv…your admission to your humaness I think shows much strength of character.Your direction is yours…and when you tire of the mire you will pull yourself out and never once look back…lest u turn into a pillar of….lol
I love your writings and I love your strength!
I have been there too, realizing in words is the first call to action…
I love the play on words at the end of this:
Still I know others have it/ Much harder in life/ Than poor old me.
Duracell racks, don’t you love them?
Of course, that isn’t my only job. I work for a brokerage. I’ve been assigned about 20 stores before November ends. Beyond that, it’s a million other things.
How’s life been treating you mr. poet/music man?
lisa
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this is great – i’m glad to have stumbled upon your work