My Inner Self
Do I reflect, each and every day,
Do I remain calm, come what may.
Or are my insides ugly, and eaten up.
Each day do I drink, a bitter cup.
Do I have, an axe to grind.
Or am I , always loving and kind.
Do I show to the world, a different me.
Put on a front, for them to see.
When talking about people, do I mind if they can hear.
Or do I hope, that they are nowhere near.
Am I greedy, selfish and haughty,
Bad mannered, with words that are naughty.
Do I swear and curse and shout,
And always throw, my weight about.
Do I expect everyone, to listen to my word,
And think that everything they say, is absurd.
If my insides were on the outside,
would people gasp with horror.
Would they pity me in silence,
and feel nothing but sorrow.
Or would they see beauty, all shining within.
Their trust and their love, would I win.
Do I meditate on my knowledge, an become wise.
Do people look at me, through loving eyes.
Am I an asset to everyone that I meet,
Do I reflect my inner self, as being smart and neat.
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I have to live with my inner self, every day,
Is it easy, or does it get in my way.
Get in the way, of my being just me,
Stopping me, from feeling free.
Do I love to learn, what is good,
Or does it make me said, and want to brood.
Do I think of others, or want my own way
How do they respond, to whatever I say.
Do I make them feel happy, or always said,
Do I have nice thoughts, or always bad.
If people hate me, through no fault of my own
Does it make me feel said, and always down.
Or do I see through them, for what they are,
Pity them, for their own happiness they mar.
My inner self, can be all shining and bright,
Or it can be tarnished, and never feel right.
Are people the losers, who don't listen to me
Not wanting to be wise, but stupid and free.
Free to make a mess, of their life.
Cause themselves, all troubles and strife.
People say that beauty, is only skin deep.
And if under the surface, you were to peep.
You might be amazed at what you saw there,
When the inner self, is laid bare.
Yes, I am the same on the outside, as within.
Thank God for that, for we are all full of sin.
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