This is a short poem with a long message. A message as long as life itself. How we deal with our minds, our memories, our existence will affect how we feel. We cannot escape our reality; our life's experiences and memories will forever be a part of us.
Although you're different, you just don't care
doing what's right, even if the world will stare
maintaining your principles, this, to you is life
others try to upset you, but you're above strife
and you can deal......
You often try to do good, but it does not always come out that way
accepting the momentary setback, and the price you readily pay
looking at things differently, holding yourself to a higher standard
able to suffer alone, remaining silent even when you're slandered
because you can deal......
Unwilling to follow the norms, you recognize they often emanate from below
so you refuse to subscribe to society's whims, who is a friend and who is a foe
knowing every day is another test, and you wonder if you'll manage to get by
despite your good faith attempts, nevertheless, in the end things just go awry
but you try and deal......
Once again, you're left staring yourself in the mirror, wondering why you
then from somewhere deep down, you find the answer you already knew
a very real part of you, your inner conscience, does patiently wait for time
trusting all will be good, because you draw your strength from the sublime
you know this is real......
While cruising through life, you'll find your memories hold a secret, you begin to understand
the experiences you've experienced are not your own, because they've had a guiding hand
so when memories ultimately return, receive them happily, they come by purposeful design
knowing all is Good, having been orchestrated by G-d alone, the sole architect of the Divine
The Real Deal......