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How Well Am Doing?

With Question

Do I have to ask the question if I feel good
Generally? I feel best when I am alone
Which means I don’t have much spiritual warfare
Going on within me. It means that I don’t care
What the score is. That information, if it’s known,
Perhaps would not uplift me as it damned well should.

There are things about others that irritate me
To the point where I must get away from it all.
I don’t beat myself up about it because I
Can’t do that much about it. Indeed if I try
To correct myself the improvement will be small.
I can say that with that much I can be happy.

I know by the way that I feel the answer to
My own question. My guidance system is working
As it should. When I feel negative emotion
I can know for sure that some work needs to be done
On my vibration. There may be bad thoughts lurking
Somewhere in the heart but there are things I can do.

One is not to shun the negative emotion.
It’s my guidance system letting me know something
Is the matter. It is the best indicator
Of how I’m doing. I’m an expert creator
Of happiness, abundance, and true wellbeing
In my life, and this could be said of everyone.

When You Are Old

Prepare For What Is Coming

When you are old and grey and you are full of sleep
And nodding by the fire, kindly take down this book
And slowly read, and dream of the ultra-softness
Of the look your eyes once had. You are an actress
In the way you’ve forsaken me. One day you’ll look
With your eyes of deep shadows and bitterly weep.

How many loved your moments of glad grace? And how
Many knew but your beauty with love false or true?
Yet one true lover loved the pilgrim soul in you.
Loving you was the only thing that I could do.
Several times rejected, I can’t feel but blue.
Will my heartache and sorrow be etched in your brow?

As this is addressed to you from my open heart
Which cherishes the sorrows of your changing face
And of your bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur a little sadly that love was not ours.
Memories of how things might have been you’ll embrace
With a bittersweet conscience. I’ll not be a part.

How love fled paced upon the mountains overhead
And sadly hid his face among a crowd of stars
Desperately hoping that my lover will see
That the best thing in her life could well have been me.
Present tense is the storage place of our memoirs.
You may know in your heart every tear that I’ve shed.