![]() YES BUTTINGA Poem by Glen Fitch
I hear your pain, my friend. You do seem stuck. With every effort thwarted you're depressed. Yet, while you blame your fated, lousy luck you veto every option I suggest. You either have a god you must appease who seeks to do you ill at every turn or else each time you do just as you please creates a consequence. It's what you earn. You cannot change the past although you try. You cannot change the weather or your lot. You cannot take because you haven't got. You cannot win because you rage or cry. You whine, yet seem invested in your mood. You have the strength to change-- your attitude.
© 2008 Glen Fitch |
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Added on March 5, 2008 Last Updated on March 5, 2008 Author![]() Glen FitchMonterey, CAAboutA word is a wager in thought. Every one I pick is a bet that it will mean to you what it means to me. That is at least today, relevant to my race, class, gender and community. The fine print in my poe.. more..Writing
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