I sort of retreated into myself for the last few months. Whenever that happens, after a while I try to pull myself out by reading some of my old stuff. I found a poem I wrote in 2007:
It’s not an easy thing,
looking back on your own life.
Sometimes you see nothing but trouble and strife.
I’ve seen a little too much for my own mind.
I’ve hardly seen any in the mind of some younger.
So, I look back at my life and wonder;
What can I give?
How can I share with you the life I chose to live?
Was it circumstance or was it choice?
That causes me sometimes to raise my voice.
“I’d like to teach the world to sing.”
It’s a fine sentiment I do agree.
But what song would I teach to everyone,
so they could always dance with glee?
Should I show them what makes me laugh,
and hope that they laugh too?
Or should I show them what made me cry,
so they turn away from view?
This world is a hard place to live.
With many hard lessons to teach.
Sometimes we lose the lesson,
it’s just beyond our reach.
But here’s what I’d love to teach,
to each and everyone.
No matter what you face in this world,
it’s not stronger than you.
You stand up tall and face your foe,
even if it turns out just to be you.
Learn to laugh and smile and sing,
no matter what life brings.
Remember to extend your helping hand to others,
even when you have fallen short.
Always do this even though sometimes you don’t feel you ought.
For you help not them when you reach out your hand,
you help your own heart to cease to reprimand.
This is what causes me to laugh when I should cry.
This is what causes me to sing when I should wail.
This is what brings my smile to greet you when we meet.
For when you smile back, I feel the world is at my feet!