Free At Last
Free at last!
There are no lists to make, no frantic ardor~
To make every corner spotless,
And remove everything from sight,
To trick humanity into a belief
That we live a sane and organized life.
It's too late now, people know we are clowns and quite imperfect,
We can't hide our age and ~
After all, why should we give a care?
Some can barely navigate simple stairs.
Relax, laugh,love, these things do matter.
Stop removing things you love now!
Preparing for death instead of living
Happily right now~ this is insanity.
How very depressing, in trying
to please,
Those who are obsessed with the organization disease.
Read great books,stay connected to friends, write poetry.
Leave a written legacy of you!
God gives no rewards for manic ends.
He gave you His book to read!
Have you? Read it at all?
Enjoy Gods rules, live by them
And stop paying attention to what humans expect of you. Live!
Panagiota Romios
2/25/2019
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2019
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