Thoughtfulness is not my forte somehow
How I lost the ability to care
Or foresee and predict expectations
Understanding the needs others may have
Given desire to connect and be loved
Haunts our very existence like sorrow
To witness the suffering of others
Forget the reasons why I lost the knack
Until I get it back, I won't be whole
Living like a ghoul, concerned with my needs
Not concerned with other's aspirations
Eventually, it all runs out of gas
Systems fail to protect our basic needs
Somehow I became someone I don't know
In winter, you see it, thoughtfulness cares
Slaps me in the face every time I see
Nice people putting up a Christmas tree
Only I think about trees and the earth
Trust in the path set out before we came
My ability to become thoughtful
Yet requires a great leap forward in faith
Faith is not my forte, I am but lost
Of fortitude and strength, act courageous
Remember others will remember us
To say, to think, to act, all this is judged
Even on earth, our actions mean the world
Somehow I became a monster, a troll
Or some other kind of mythical beast
Maybe it was just a habit I lost
Eventually, I could get it back, no
How could I be so stupid as to lose
Our humanity to care for others
Would that I had the discipline to grow
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