this is a poems which talks about the powers that have freely been given to you and helps us weigh how we use them...
You can make others happy, or you can make them sad..
you can encourage others, or you can demoralize them..
You can quieten someone bitterly weeping, or you can cause someone to weep..
You can love people, or you can hate them..
You can be a good friend, or you can be a great foe..
You can be like a cool breeze, or you can be a grand storm..
You can be interesting, or you can be irritating..
You can be the best source of inspiration, or you can be the huge source of degradation..
You can be very precious, or you can be really useless...
You can make others feel great joy, or you can make them feel deep pain..
You can turn others to be optimistic, or you can turn them to be big sadists...
These are the powers, given freely to you, and its totally upon you, that what out of these, you choose... And these make the person, who today, are you.
these are your powers of being you..... given to you, so that you can easily choose,what goes really well for you.. and the world knows you, for what qualities you deeply have in you... and not that, which you and your heart clearly knows, should not lie in you..! so, whatever you are today, please be true to you.... and celebrate your powers of being.... ......YOU.
This has a great message as well. We were given free will to choose, and many of us have chosen poorly. I guess given my negative view of the world and those in it, I am choosing to be demoralizing. However, when I look, there doesn't seem to be much reason to choose differently, as it appears there really is no other choice.
A lot of the time, I also feel useless, rather than precious. Is that really a choice?
This, for me at least, is both uplifting and depressing in equal measure. However, it is really thought provoking.
The real question is why we let others make us unhappy the way they do? Your poem inspired me to write this tiny gift poem for you which you may keep as your own. It's in /0/0/0/ seven syllable meter, and it sings like a song:
Tyrant
Clip their wings, and pull their strings
make 'em angry, make 'em sad,
make 'em do the strangest things.
They're your puppets when they're mad.
Yes we all have a choice in how we act or how we want to be...at times we don't have enough strength to become a new person but that is where God and love ones come in. Sometimes it is hard to admit where we go wrong but we need to look within ourselves, especially if we want to strive to do good. This write will hopefully help people think twice before we act or say something.
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