My Path

If to be a winner, I must first suck up, Then instead, I will gladly lose. If to gain popularity means kissing butt, Then a path alone I will seek and choose. If to climb the ladder is scoring brownie points, Then a different ladder I will choose to seek, A ladder where is required integrity and virtue And having such will not get me treated like a freak. I will not blindly follow along the path of others, On the path of least resistance the majority on, trod; Where the path accepts, condones lesser traits And where I'll be led away from the Lord, my God. The ridicule of humans, the whispers behind my back, Will not a bloody difference to me ever make Nor tempt me to change my course of direction, Knowing the path well traveled also hosts the fake. When one has experienced the dishonesty of others, The betrayal by many and lack of trustworthiness, The superficial charm of wolves dressed as sheep, One then seeks to avoid all such human shallowness. My Path in life has been a tough row to hoe, With many wishing I would fail all along the way, But all's given me strength and courage to persevere And tremendous insight that in my poetry I portray. If by a 'muse' I am directed, then my Muse is God, For it is He who has Gifted me, therefore is deserving Of my praise, appreciation, my deepest gratitude And through it all He Loves me, while humans are reserving. Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly ©2017-07-11 10:29:00 (EDT) All rights reserved