Forces
Forces, subject to forces and we complain,
Don’t like it, we complain again and it becomes a habit
The old man crouched with a sign,
Hungry, cold, barely moving
Without a word, not one, no complaints ever
If I could, would I have the guts,
Would I have the guts to never complain
A better man than I sits alone, this old man
This old man, there, each day
until he dies, teaches me
incomprehensible humility and
the lessons I have yet to learn
-J
The Cure
A touch of depression?
A lot of self-pity?
So overwhelmed
and feeling real shitty?
Not working out
as you have imagined?
Creeping self-doubt
and little compassion?
What about me?
you say in your head
as you lie all curled up
in your over-sized bed
You have it all wrong
and it’s a real pity
you’re so self-absorbed
with your head’s own committee
Every things wrong
and you just want to blame
everyone else
for your suffering and pain
then you talk with a friend
and get some advice
not very much
just enough to suffice
he points out to you
that you have it all wrong
that the thing you should do
is stop singing that song
reach out your hand
and offer another
the help only you
can offer a brother
put someone first
instead of yourself
then you may realize
it’s good for your heath
reach out your hand
to help a poor brother
then you will find
you just may recover
Get out of your head!
Get out of your mind!
Be useful and loving
and ever so kind
If you can do this
there’s some guarantee
your worries will fade
and happy you’ll be!
-J