Taking A Brief Respite From The Serious Side of Politics
One of the itches every writer gets is to try different forms and styles of the craft. Poetry is one of those forms for me that doesn’t come easily. I know; it shows. Mine tend to be sing-songy but I work at giving it something more than just rhymes.
Here’s one I did about a year ago that makes an attempt to describe what has true value for me. It’s a sentimental ditty about the George Bailey’s of this world who long for more but who are wealthy beyond measure because they have people who genuinely like them for the pure and simple reason that they truly like others.
How can we know we’re where we should be
in things we work for more or less?
To say we’ve reached our goal
and show some measure of success.
What standards have we set
that recognizes our achievements
and tells the world we’re there at last
where all are in agreement?
Money, trophies, social recognition
are some that come to mind
but seldom do they endure
and stand the test of time
For me none of these truly work
or make me feel genuinely content
They last for just a while
soon lost in time we’ve spent
There is one thing I think
that assures us we’ve succeeded,
allowing us to console ourself
at those times most needed
Where gold and glory just won’t work
for those who would feel truly blessed.
To me a lasting friend who’s always there
is our best measure of success