I Exist For a Purpose

I have many qualities and talents that make me popular and likeable for my kindness, and unpretentious gallantry; ask me if I'm blue-blooded like the gentry! I exist for a purpose and I intend reveal my cause; honesty and shrewdness will guard me against errors... do weeds grow in a well-maintained and embellished garden? A grubby garden attracts gloominess, mine appeals to sunshine! I have traveled down rough and dark roads, grabbing the attention of bad-wishers, who handed me gooseberries, not gorse; it was a clumsy course swarming with rocks and thorns! I exist for a purpose that puts fear into my unseen enemies, who grumble and judge more than the-assumed-righteous-ones, they are obsessed with their perfection and like to impose it on me; but do they know that I control my destiny by spinning my fortune' wheel? My belief is not to accept anything of worthless beauty, I love to hide myself in the grain fields,and shake their stalks... to celebrate a harvest more bountiful than sunflowers; and I imagine myself gorging on fresh-baked bread daily! O golden grains, your seeds satiate many that earn their hard living, saying grace at mealtime...as God gives them His blessing; and those hands that cut the husks off are much detested by the elite with a feeling of inferiority and a lack of gratitude! I exist for a purpose to bring glory to the Heavens, that magnificently dazzle upon me in times of desperate need; pity is an unacceptable word whenever they attempt to make a deal; I change no direction and try not to fall into the trap of moral weakness! Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci