Mirrors And Mirages Poem by John Sensele

Try harder to accommodate the good in me
Focus less on weaknesses
Gaze at success thicknesses
Blessings aplenty to you will flow in a sea

That amazes all phases and hazes
Your mind can only dream of
As you flew in hues of the dove
That roves above and below days

You wish a fuish would spring in a dish
Where karma on you p; ours rewards
Fopr positive groove flying you towards
The heaven sand leaven in a wish

That grows more and more vivid
The more you wish others well
Much as your proclivities spell
Doom when others feat make you livid

From head to toe
When your ire sets on fire
Burning vestiges of ire you fail retire
As long as you heap blame on my humble hoe.