Hypocrites always tell you
How to live your life.
But do you ever see them
Taking their own advice?
Know-it-alls: dime a dozen.
Always telling you what to do.
How to do it, where to go,
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you!”
These type of people
Live their life in fear.
Able to see others’ mistakes,
But their own quickly disappear.
If you really did know it all,
Perhaps you would realize–
Nobody likes “I told you so.”
Unwise to self-aggrandize.
You’re toxic and arrogant.
Selfish and impolite.
But somehow, in your opinion,
You’ve always got it right.
Riding high upon your horse
Must make you pretty sore.
Above it all, until you fall.
It’s going to hurt worse when you hit the floor.
I would offer you some charitable words,
But I assume they are not prized.
So I’ll just say, “Have it your way.”
Alone and rather surprised.
I love the story Footprints in the Sand. If you haven’t read it, go read it now. I grew up with this story on my mother’s wall. It was a pretty picture with the prose mounted in a frame. Did you know that no one claims ownership of this story? Author unknown. That’s kinda cool, too.
I know some people might think it’s cliched. But that’s only because it was so popular. Read it again though. As if reading for the first time. It’s still good because there’s a surprise. Good writing has a surprise.
There are more than just two sets
Of footprints on my beach
There are prints everywhere you look
As far as the eye can reach
One set for God
One set for me
A thousand sets for everyone else
Who has walked along my sea
I don’t do life alone
And the sand is never smooth
Loving other people
Requires one to move
Evidence of life
Is not a car/house/money
It is well-worn shoes
Each of these people
Were made by two parents.
Molded and shaped
By opinions, thoughts and variants.
These two people
Made four more humans.
They didn’t do it perfectly.
In fact, our family’s in ruins.
Their legacy was not premeditated.
Their good intentions paved the way,
To Hell and back and there again–
Four lanes without delay.
This kiss and marriage caught some place
Between Heaven and Hell.
A dark, rock-hard place between their love
Is where my childhood fell.
Like a photograph that floats down
Behind a dresser, trapped by wall.
Forgotten with time, buried by dust.
Neglected, unseen by all.
Their love made me.
Shouldn’t I be thankful for this?
I couldn’t think of something more lovely
Than a passionate wedding kiss.
Thankful to be here. No matter what.