There is nothing more satisfying
Than to know who you are
How long it has taken
You have travelled so far
Scolded and bruised
In so many ways
Losing so much
In every yesterday
But you can only give yourself
Just so many times
Now battered and bruised
Now accepting what seems like an ungodly crime
Yet nothing can be changed
Except to actually think of you
You have never done so in the past
Yet now someone has too
So
Where things go from here
It is now just one day, as each day shall come
Wished I had known this long ago
To disinherit a power too rich it has left me numb
Sometimes the more that you give
Is the more that is taken
It really does seem
Like a rude awakening
Realising in time
That you cannot give anymore
For hands have been burnt
You've lost the game
There is no score
Except the outcome
Is
To stop and think of you
Maybe no one has ever done this
That is why you have never seen it through
You are really on your own
On this big wide Earth
Your journey may be smooth
Or a puzzle starting from birth
Copyright Reserved 15th October 2015
Lyn Paul
Yes, at least occasionally, one should think of themselves first. I felt the pain and the revelation in this poem, Lyn. Superb write!
We cannot change others we begin to realise we can only change ourselves. A very powerful poem dear Lyn.
It is the truth Lyn, sometimes we give so much, we end up giving ourselves away. We do need to stop and think of ourselves sometimes and be kind to ourselves as well. Day by day, step by step, we will return to ourselves. Then we will operate our lives with more wisdom. We will give, but give wisely. Thank you Lyn. I always appreciate your poems. They reach me. Stay blessed
Yet nothing can be changed Except to actually think of you...A very thoughtful and nice poem shared really. This expresses love here....10
I think that life is a puzzle from birth. We have to look after ourselves in the struggle. It can keep raining for a long time. Michael Walker.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
HUGE HUGS.... this is a powerful write