I have failed at life
I don’t make anyone forget about monday
On a sunday night
I don’t get applauded for my exceptional mothering skills
I won’t be remembered
For my great philanthropy,
Or my award winning food, my style, my looks, my home…
When my time comes
And the world shuts my eyes
I’ll become a pile of ash
Sprinkled on a lake or some other
Sad cliche
Or gawked at and sliced open
By pimply faced med hopefuls
Or tossed in the ground and covered
In a garbage dump for human remains
Where do I find hope
In the mundane
The constant, pointless grind?
Do I change my way? Stay the course? Fall on my knees? Do I plead? Cry? Laugh? Turn back? Run?
Will anything make the slightest ripple of difference?
Will I?
I may have failed at life
Just not at living
Every day I breathe
There is one small moment
Where I succeed
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While I disagree with some of the claims in the poem, I think it’s beautifully written. You’re really talented.
Don’t give up
Have you heard any? Alan Watts? Check him out on YouTube
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I’ll do that! Thanks!
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He talks about enlightenment you should look up what he says about it
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