Take a number and wait until you're called.
Published on January 22, 2008 By dynamaso In Poetry
Never let it be said
I’m one to push a point
Or if you don’t agree with me
You must be wrong
My fight is not yours
And you sure do have your flaws
Yet yours make you weak
While mine keep me strong

While flaws themselves
Don’t make up my strength
My search to correct them
Keeps me on track
While I continue
To learn and grow as I seek
You mourn your desires
And miss what you lack

So at the end of this
Are you still trying to score
Wouldn’t it be easier to let it be
With eternal release so near
Because if there is indeed a god
Keeping track of it all
Would you be found wanting
Or go to your reward without fear


Comments
on Jan 22, 2008

Ah, excellent point.

I see about three articles in a row...looks like someone had a writing frenzy.

~Zoo

on Jan 22, 2008
Yes and no... Had a bit of extra time of late so took advantage and finished off a few pieces I've had around for a while. Thanks for spotting them, mate.
on Jan 26, 2008
Sometimes where something is broken is where it becomes the strongest of all. Well done and wise, Maso. It's folks like you who keep me from stayin' away too long.
on Jan 27, 2008
Hey Roy, good to see back here, mate. Hope you enjoyed your break...
on Jan 30, 2008
I like this one too! Words of wisdom!
on Jan 30, 2008
Thanks Serenity...