Time To Tap My Robust Resource Poem by John Sensele

Grateful to live another day
A chance to mend my ways today
Unless punishment should be my portion
If to the winds I cast every precaution
Stirring up a higher profile
Denuded of worth, teeming with bile
So green and mean it hurts
Every thought, plan and action my mind blurts
When mad blood floods my head
As though best prospects lie dead
Long before I plan the next move
Lying and prying on the neighbour in the groove
Where room for progress lies in tatters
If preoccupations focus on morbid matters
From which I reap nothing of value
Considering I haven't got a clue
On initiating the progress
My heart desires if I don't digress
And swim into further trouble
Dreaming I could fumble and gamble
My way to Heaven
When sums tell me I can't break even
If I pursue the wrong cause
That makes me doze
Unless I change course
And tap to the fullest my robust resource.