Ponderings
Posted: July 12th, 2014 - 11:13:03 PM
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As I ponder my new life and how it's become.
Some nights filled with fondness and others with rum.
Things never used to seem so complex.
Before I realized my ego didn't allow me to reflect.
I thought I knew what was what,
I thought I was so very clever.
Now finding out what type of man I've become
is sadly, the hardest endeavour.
I don't have doubt that I make people smile,
Giving a joke while they laugh all the while.
I want to be remembered after my stories are told,
A smile that lingers long after its grown old.
I like who I am and who I tend to be,
but as I get older I find so many flaws in me.
Do I give enough? Do I care too little?
Are my stories just fluff? Is my resolve too brittle?
These things worry me as I become an older man,
I want to be better but retain who I am.
So where do I start. What do I do?
Who do I talk to? Where's Dr. Drew?
There are people in my life who ask the hard questions,
I just hope I can realize they are simply suggestions.
I seem to be my biggest enemy,
Hard-headed and stubborn (yet unintentionally).
When truth finally comes will I see it as a guide?
Or will I blindly look beyond it while it smashes into my pride?
Having doubt seems like a good start.
A means strengthening what I have in my heart.
A toast to what I don't know.
Will perhaps plant a small seed to grow.
Who knows, maybe I'll be proud of me,
for being as compassionate as someone once asked me to be.
Some nights filled with fondness and others with rum.
Things never used to seem so complex.
Before I realized my ego didn't allow me to reflect.
I thought I knew what was what,
I thought I was so very clever.
Now finding out what type of man I've become
is sadly, the hardest endeavour.
I don't have doubt that I make people smile,
Giving a joke while they laugh all the while.
I want to be remembered after my stories are told,
A smile that lingers long after its grown old.
I like who I am and who I tend to be,
but as I get older I find so many flaws in me.
Do I give enough? Do I care too little?
Are my stories just fluff? Is my resolve too brittle?
These things worry me as I become an older man,
I want to be better but retain who I am.
So where do I start. What do I do?
Who do I talk to? Where's Dr. Drew?
There are people in my life who ask the hard questions,
I just hope I can realize they are simply suggestions.
I seem to be my biggest enemy,
Hard-headed and stubborn (yet unintentionally).
When truth finally comes will I see it as a guide?
Or will I blindly look beyond it while it smashes into my pride?
Having doubt seems like a good start.
A means strengthening what I have in my heart.
A toast to what I don't know.
Will perhaps plant a small seed to grow.
Who knows, maybe I'll be proud of me,
for being as compassionate as someone once asked me to be.
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