How I Poem by John Sensele

How I live my life at present and tomorrow matters
Whether I make a difference, pout in silence, cast an indifferent glance or drift
Like leaves in a sirocco or a set of quaint letters
Which brings, strings untruths springs about too much rift.

How I use, abuse or misuse language
Makes a difference whether I heal or steal or peel broken souls
Longing for an opportunity to dispose of excess baggage
In order to score in God's eyes winning goals.

How I carry myself when I'm alone
With no nosy parkers or prying eyes to snoop
On skeletons in my cupboard determines whether I'm blown
Away by deceit or in God's I score a scoop.

How I handle scandals and spindles of inconveniences
That pepper aspects of my life now and then
Places, misplaces, displaces me in the dustbin of abysmal sciences
Or causes or pauses my last breath to whisper 'amen'.

How I live my last decade on Earth consigns me
To a pantheon on the Acropolis
Or despatches with patches of short term glee
To a limbo yonder my metropolis to rest in one terrible, horrible piece.

How I value fraud or devalue integrity
Measures and weighs my worth in diamond carats
Or dismisses my claims of sincerity
With swift admonition to scamper among gnats, brats and rats.

How I take God's people for granted
Invites folks into my life or turns people away
To spaces, places and surfaces where no slanted
Rhetoric or quick fix or sanguine simulation enjoys fat huge pay without delay.