I pondered, while ingesting my perfectly seared meal,
the glaring lack of empathy I always seem to feel
then realized while savoring the sweetness and the salt
that most of the uneasiness is sadly my own fault
and my mind did another somersault.
Apparently I look for more than most will ever give
contingent on the caveat that all is relative
for those that show me everything will get ten times from me
but I have yet to be amazed by such humility
that makes my heart do jumping jacks of glee.
3 comments:
Ah, pauses are good for insight into our soul :) Nice poem.
The Poetry Bin
Bob,
Very nice thoughts as to the discipline and generosity of the human spirit.
All Good wishes Bob,
Eileen
life's a constant workout eh?
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