Little stolen moments of peace
One would think they would be enjoyed
But alas there follows a little caterpillar
Named Master P Guilt O’Lloyd
He crawls behind me of a day
And pipes up when things go quiet
He reminds me of where I am
And how I want to be in the riot
Or beside my freshly laid child
Snoozing side by side again
Not grasping at my me time
He thinks my job is not yet done
He creeps on my shoulder when I’m staring
Out the window to block out the noise
Of that constant chitter chatter
And the sound of those blinkin toys
Yet I know he’s right and in I go
Back into the madness
Those three seconds were enough
I’ll look back with fondness
When she’s grown and flown the nest
When her room lies empty
I’ll pray for those moments back
When I was hiding in the pantry
Tag: Self Pep Talk
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Who are we?
Are we people by fixed values
With a set moral standing?
Do we know who we are
In the face of president or peasant?
Will we live by the same standard
Whether the world is watching or not?
For some of us the answer is a clear yes
For some it’s a laughable no
But there are the group in between
Who would say yes to our face
And no behind their eyes
Those who only wash their hands
When someone else is in the bathroom
Those who empty their pockets
In the silent alleyway
Those who see a fallen wallet and will
Look to see how much money there is
Before they consider handing it in
With or without the cash
Those who do not think about comments
Those who get carried away with rats
Feasting in the moment on the flesh
Not realising they’re feasting on themselves
What a party!
Who are WE?
Are WE people by fixed values
With a set moral standing?
Do WE know who WE are
In the face of president or peasant?
Will WE live by the same standard
Whether the world is watching or not?
There is no we
There is simply a set of individuals
We are he, she, you & I
Each individual being responsible
Who are you? -
Oh Monday! Why do you arrive
with such a heavy head and slow drive?
I’ve got work to do, yet feel forlorn
The cloud arrived Sunday
I wish it’d be gone
Slow and steady, at least I’m moving
Give me a coffee to get me grooving
It’s not so bad, I’ve got it good
I just need a little pick me up
Tarry black treasure, liquid gold
Warm my hands, thaw this hold
Wipe away that cloud
Bring out the sun, that burns in me
This day’s gonna be fun!
Ok let rock it!
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