It's All About Me - Poem by G.R. Gaus
Do conversations, sometimes lead?
To the person, who is speaking?
Turning subjects into, I and me;
Strong words, come out reeking,
Of noble gestures and fine deeds.
An hour later, the same old story,
Heard it time and time again,
Younger days, filled with glory;
Every word, consists of vain,
A brain, filled with inventory
The ego's false, and driving force,
Can hold a person insane,
Control the spirit, far off course;
Becomes, the ball and chain,
Competing; with life's source.
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