There comes a time in our life When we have had enough of pain and strife When we have been pushed beyond our point of no return Somehow we realize, we do not have to live life from crash and burn. From the Universe above, none of us were to this planet sent To live life in struggle, at a young age to become stooped and bent To become so hard and cold, so unloving and uncaring That we miss the whole point of our being here -- lessons and learning. Of late I have been wondering about this thing called living and life Why we in human form seem to teach each other struggle and strife We do not hear and listen what the other has to say We seem to be too self centered and only to me attention do I pay. My problems and issues are more important than yours, obviously When I talk you do not really listen because you don’t understand me You are formulating a response to questions I have not asked All I ever wanted you to do is listen, not solve a situation or take me to task. Decisions I make never seem to satisfy you ‘cause a comment you always make About how I should have thought about this or that, god sometimes you I hate I begin to doubt my own ability, as a person my own worth, after a while To you, I just don’t seem to be able to do anything right, so why should I smile? Oh the things we do to ourselves, because we must always be in control, the boss I was raised to compete, to be number one no matter the cost Close down the heart, feelings and emotions not allowed, Ah, we pay a big price We have forgotten why we came to this planet and we become hard, unmoved, cold as ice. Then one day some trivial experience or word or encounter stops us short, right in our tracks This something tears straight through us, right into our heart, our life we relive, a Cosmic whack For an instant of time our eyes wide open to see All the things I have done in this life time to you and to me. Oh dear god, how simple you really do make life, it is not to be lived with pain I just forgot to remember when I keep doing the same thing over and over again, I’m insane Something out of Twilight Light Zone, déjà vu, I’ve been here before It just seems that every time I keep doing the same thing again I just run into the same door! I have a new and great idea, something with you I want to share If I change my pattern or make a different choice, maybe then I won’t run into this bear Hey, this is something new, it sounds really neat Maybe then instead of pain, life will be sweet! So it is Written ... So it is done ... Jay W. Gasaway [5/28/96]Birth sign: Not entered
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