The poem was originally written for http://dontgiveupworld.com/keep-your-pride/ Oh so tired of this rigmarole
How do I rest a tired soul?
What do I do to make me whole?
Yes the world’s ways upset
My perceptions to despair set
Caught in the throes of hate
The bird’s tweet becomes noise
Such non-sense, but what’s the choice?
Lord-o-mercy where is my poise?
My soul, my friend, think awhile
How is that my life I spoil?
Will I be able to bear this guile?
Shake me awake at such foolishness
It’s not me alone in this holy mess
Struggling are plenty with no harness
I get thrown this way and that
Why complain, life is indeed a bet
Take the risk, God handles the rest
Give credence to this reality
Life does not end through misery
Despair begets even more agony
Something that costs nothing
Happiness is the blessed thing
Give me more of its zing
Mother-nature looks after me
Hers are the birds and the bee
And the creatures of the sea
She drowns me in high tide
And lifts me up on one side
Teaches me to keep my pride
Oh so tired of this rigmarole