Jelly On The Floor Poem by Thoughts of a Single Man

Jelly On The Floor

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A young boy stands in the kitchen alone

attempting to navigate

the many drawers of the cupboard

awkwardly creating his favorite sandwich

of peanut butter and jelly

the peanut butter has been spread evenly

and he carefully opens

the jar of the fruity spread

and just as he is about to add

that second component

of the famous merger of the snacking realm

when he drops the butter knife

and to his dismay

and spills bit of jelly on the floor

he begins to cry

for the believes he is in trouble

and that all is lost

it is that moment he freezes in time

and I see him there now in my mind

for so much has fallen on my shoulders

so much weight as of late

for the Devil never sleeps

and his evil work is seldom done

for he hounds me in the night

beckoning me to his side

and to stray from the light

to keep me drowning in my sorrow

and covered in the shadows

that swarm over my heart

when I forget the blessings that in have

and that I was able to rise this day

while some one somewhere did not

that though my breath comes in burdened spurts

I still am able to breathe

when I dwell on the pain the racks my knees

I must remember always what is at hand

that I can still move as i stand

for there are those who cannot walk

who cannot talk

and know not my gift of the writing pen

that leads me to path of my endless Zen

the existence of my mythical Xanadu

and the wardrobe door to my personal Narnia

where lies my covenant

of the inking thinking mind

and so it seems that what has befallen me

pales in comparison to the dilemmas of others

my sisters and brothers

and thankfully I still have my mother

I am so grateful now

and bow my head in prayer

for all of those who read these words

and everyone out there

who has known pain that burns in the same flame

find comfort now in your true given gifts

and find strength in His name

and that we see another day

so different in its complexity

and intricate in it's comparison

though it may seem so much the same

a new path stretches before me

and I shall write my own story

with a broad smile

as I recall the little child

with the unfinished sandwich

whose mother discovered his plight

and simply hugged him close

and wiped away his tears

and said sweetly in his ear

that it was no big deal

and now it seems all too real

for there is much I have attained

and that I have to offer

so these moments of anger and regret

shall not let me fret

and my mind and spirit shall be at ease

and find it's rest

for when it comes to the beat of my life

it shall go on

for there is so much to do and see

and those mighty problems

seem so insignificant now

in my reflections and recollections

as the appear once more

and become as important

as crying over a bit of spilled milk

or a dropp of jelly on the floor


Thoughts of a Single Man 2012 tm

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi 15 September 2012

an interesting poem TSM, we have learned a lot of things through trial and error. thank you for sharing! ..

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