Solomon Storm Poet Prose Poetry

Change

change is the object and lesson of life
answer to unhappiness, and purpose of strife
moments come and confront my expectations
people move through my life in tenuous relations
distant though near, self enwrapped individuals
including others to share theior lonely vigils

even the ignorant and self satisfied mean to assure
that there is another to ease and blur
their own attitudes and personality
alone we may drive ourselves into insanity

with ourselves face to face
would we see a state of grace?
or would we, in our seclusion
see a person who recoils in confusion

we see ourselves often as we are not
though sometimes we find ourselves caught
in the eyes of others in our interaction
to be misguided in a sense of satisfaction
then we must on their honesty depend
point out my wrongs, though i may defend

if i am confused or unaware
you can help me if you but share
observation or personal impression
often i am lax in comprehension
if you see a problem, or it's cause
do what it takes to give me pause

\for at times i am blind
and only through others can i find
what i am doing wrong or right
so please give me your sight

i may not follow your advise right away
but i will remember the words you say

for we see ourselves often reflected in others faces
judged and mis-judged, using others cases

not what we are, but how we are bercieved
if we share our thoughts, would we be believed?

ours is interconnected life motivated by solitaryu voices
only we hear them, and then we make our choices
left without company i am inclined to ponder
ussually most happy when my mind can wander
the pathways of the soul, quiet and undistyracted
some parts repulse me, by others i'm attracted
i see one thing most clearly, a change due to need
self preservation is paramount, it's warnings to heed

i have been many different things in the past
as i grow older the changes start coming fast
i will not life forever, i could die tomorrow
would any be left to feel sorrow?

i would live my life the way that i came
pure of thought and deed the same
enjoying this beautiful world where i live
darkness brightened by the hope God can give
for my wants, and even pain, gratitude is solution
change for whatever reason brings resolution


p.s.  busybodies, do-gooders, tee-totallers, ignorant and **** retentive people, kindly mind 
your own business!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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