The World
The world is a world of me's
somehow I can't get in;
when I came a-calling
the invitation was gone
not the right suit, not the
proper shoes...timing out
of step, the welcome
going out sounded good
but the world is a world
of me's
a wall around each fortress
the heart is a heart of me's
universal up to a loving point
a bell on the wall, a lock on
the door~ Oh yes! us me's have
an inviolate list of personal
distance and space~ the heart
is a heart of me's,
a cap on the over-flowing
reserves must be constants
first personal fulfillment before
the
cause....
the world is world of good
intentions...honorable mentions
medallions and plaques
cathedrals with their saints
priest with shameful penance
the world is a world is a world
is our world....
The world is a world of infant
hopes and dreams; trusting all
to larger arms and lessons
learned~ faith in homes with
roofs that don't leak, and their
gardens begging senses to come
sit and meditate, on
so many graces and blessings
needing only minimal care
best with less our interfering
the world is a world of unlimited
altruism, when shared fear, pain and
suffering
the world is less a world and
more our own reflection...the
world is the mirror image of
the soul
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2022
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