G.R. Gaus

Rookie - 141 Points (April 11 1950 / St. Louis)

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.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

There seems to be an increasingly large number of people who are totally into themselves. I have met my share and have come to the realization that these particular individuals are simply lost souls who are struggling to fit in, or even find friendship. Not content with being alone they bide their time, telling everyone they meet it's all aobut me…..

Comments about It's All About Me by G.R. Gaus

  • Ekaterina M. Polischuk (4/3/2012 1:09:00 PM)

    wonderful writing with true words. i like the common picture of the poem, the way you create the lines with such philosophical thoughts. Bravo! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 2, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, April 16, 2012

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