Getting back on the horse

August 10, 2021

It is more often a fact than a hardened rule
That in this life I find myself playing the fool
And more’s the pity that I find myself resigned
Then I watched you grow and find your own happiness
And then in a fit of pique and blind cattiness
I found myself bereft, alone and left behind

I would find a way to drown in shallow water
Be a willing lamb led helpless to the slaughter
My pitiful carcass lying in the meadow fescue
Somehow I hoped you would find a way to save me
I realize it’s not your responsibility
That saving oneself is all about self-rescue

It is more the rule than a hardened fact
That if you feel life is always on the attack
That you will more often be playing the victim
But instead, try to take time to pause and reflect
To find your center and try to learn to respect
Then hopefully you will have found your wisdom