
the good fight – foto by Smith
The Outside Inside Claim Game
Sadness seeps into
and then keeps eating at you
driving inside out
Happiness derives
from within your inner spin
not from that without
Living life too long
may dull interior song
dimming glitter’s grin
To regrow the show
one needs to go way down low
clean your cluttered in
This sad sin of self
demanding a higher shelf
does dishonor here
It’s our fear of loss
in ever increasing cost
which our ego hocks
So just give not fake
and your smile outside take
hidden anger ease
Your arrow of gain
will arise when whine is tamed
and you dampen pain
For it’s all a game
without anyone to blame
except your own aim
We all are the same
just as confused as we came
birth to earth in shame

victory at home – foto by Smith
Gosh.. I really like this poem…
inner spin… and taming our whine is what it is all about. Isn’t it?