frustration wears many signs many labels
is it a sign you have been doing too much
or is it a sign you have been getting too little done?
is it a sign you have been giving too much
but how can we have been giving too much
when so much is needed so little hard work done?
did you lose centre lost in office in material pursuits?
did greed insecurity or pride push you to work workaholic hours?
or was it survival cutting thin wire
trying to put roof over head clothes
on cold flesh food in flat hungry bellies?
while fat corporations steal your pride house
squeezing marrow out of honest worker bones
forced to work on inhuman minimum wages?
have been thinking a few of these things
this morning in a few simple thoughts
philosopher might tell you to find your centre...
take time alone visit nature take a walk sit
but what will you free time purchase with?
philosopher advise is remember to care
for yourself look after yourself pace yourself?
to regain your inner peace with what poverty tokens?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem