A Better Me
by Lyn Marinello
Expectations
run amok
On
my appearance and my job
How
I should always far exceed
The
average John or Joe or Bob
Isolated
by my mirror
And
the frame of societal hope
The
box I'm supposed to fit in
Is
terribly minute in scope
But
those boxes now have morphed
Not
sure toward positivity
The
whole world's like a living part
Of
Escher's Relativity
Up
is down and down is up
Back
& forth and forth & back
Good
is bad and evil wins
This
whole joint is out of whack
I
may not agree with everything
But
here's the good news, friends
The
difference in our opinions
Needs
exactly no amends
When
I awake each morning
I
greet the sky with gratitude
The
chaos that surrounds me
Will
not change my attitude
I'll
do the things my Momma taught me
Be
honest, frank and kind
Pushed
beyond my limits
I
will always speak my mind
I'll
lend a hand when able
Always
give 100 percent
Stand
with those that are struggling
Guide
them through their discontent
I
will not be defined
By
tomorrow's bourgeoisie
I
will simply try with all I am
To
be a better me
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