Better to go bare-foot,
Than wear that old soft shoe.
Be the altar of your own soul,
And let them come and worship you!
You wear your torment and your pain,
Like an old soft shoe,
And so you live again, again,
The things that damage you.
Upon their altars you lay you down,
For them to cut and rend,
Time to throw off the thorny crown,
And change the pattern, Friend.
Take charge of your own journey,
You are your only traffic cop,
You only do it over and over,
Until the day you stop!
Better to go bare-foot,
Than wear that old soft shoe.
Build a brighter, lighter temple,
And let them come and worship you!
(13th February 2008)
Nice one Res. It is a nice thought but alas 'History always repeats itself.' Now if we could kick that. Well you know what I mean. Enjoyed it Res. Regards. Craig.
Excellent. We should all learn from past mistakes and avoid them in the future/ Sometimes I think we're just a glutton for punishment. Thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Truly inspirational. I'll remember this one and think of it many times in life, I'm sure. Hugs Anna xxx