My Problems Poem by Gregory Huyette

I really have no problems except those I have made.

My ego and desires light fires that must be paid…

Paid with lost opportunities and forgotten friends,

All due to my own faults and refusals of amends.


The time I take to blame the world I could well invest,

Solving problems of others to bring out their very best.

In doing so I surely know of what reward I’d be paid...

Resolution of painful problems I myself have made.