Curse of Effort

Why is ugly, ugly?
Maybe things are not
As bad as they seem 
Could it be because we are frustrated 
Things are not the way we dreamt 
As you get older 
Learn to control your temperature
Become your own mentor
This means more than it does now
Or more than it once did 
Me, Myself 
I seem to pursue all with doubt 
With flanky obstacles 
I continue to flirt 
Thy curse of effort
The diversity 
Between things you like and dislike
You dislike it so much 
You no longer can stand to look upon it 
As I am hideous for this bland explanation
People become ugly
For they are not who or what we 
Perceive them to be
A smile that could feed the starving
The irony in how happiness
Became a dying thought 
In this ever  flourishing garden
So why is ugly, ugly?
Simply because it is not the picture  
We look to see
Ugly is not beautiful
But it’s all lovely
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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