Best Peoplecare Poems
It is that point in time
When you must grow,
For much more maturity
You must show
I have saved you once, twice
And of course more than thrice,
But I can't continue to save you
for the rest of your life.
At the sound of a shriek
I have come full blast,
At the sound of a whisper
I have come even faster.
There are times when you call
When there's nothing a matter,
You just needed to vent
Because no one will listen to your chatter
My gift is that I try to save
Every man, woman and child
My curse as you don’t understand is
To that life, I have become a slave
No rest, no sleep, no time to breathe
What am I to do, im so confused
Because saving lives is the right thing to do
I look for a friend someone to show they care
But it is to no avail for my love
I have with no one to share
remember the time when I called out to you,
but like everyone else you failed to respond,
thought you’d be there in a rush,
guess it’s my own fault for expecting too much
i called out for help just a little request
But you turned the other cheek
Because you said you needed your rest
I figured when I ran to your rescue
When those guys were attempting to hurt you
That you would run to my rescue
And at least do half of what I do
Because ungrateful each of you have been
Taking advantage was your greatest sin
Did you care when I laid in bed
With a pain oh so great
Oh hes superman he can't get hurt
In a couple of minutes
He will turn back to great
But now you must suffer each on your own
Because not one inch of growth
you have truly shown
The unthinkable has occurred
The one thing you all dread
You must all stand alone
Because im here to tell you
Superman is dead
Do you see it, do you know
What the mirror sees, how you glow?
Your eyes so bright so fascinating
Your smile so wide, illuminating
You love so well, your soul so free
You embrace it all, even me
Your life seems so simple, you make it so
Although there is much I don't see, or even know
You often can wander, amuse yourself
When I would be stricken, and confused - Myself
Things I would never dare, not even consider
You lunge into 'thout care, 'thout even a dither
You laugh when you smile, and smile thence thus
The whole world is your oyster, quick joy your lust
I can see you now, walking, bright-eyed, into life
the grand marquee, the circus, all strife
You don't care if anyone is near, beside you
Don't care for anyone to protect, to hide you
So where will you go, and what will you do
When all others fail, and I in shadow, lover, mute
Do you think of consequence, of failure, like me
Or do you surge on, no care, conscience free
I often wonder, as I wander in my analytical fugue
Do you wonder, feel, love, know, as I do?
Love me if you want to,
Laugh at me I don't care,
Just don't hate me,
Don't you dare.
I've seen good in this world,
I may have seen the best
From everywhere around,
From east to west.
And I've seen the bad,
I may have seen the worst,
Much, much worst than
Those who've just cursed.
I don't care if you treat me
Like your personal guest,
You are still
Certainly not the best.
And I don't care when you're around me
You are at your maddest,
You are still
Not the baddest.
I know I'm not the bad guy,
I know I'm not the good girl,
I know I'm not the anti-Christ,
I know I'm not a pearl.
But I guess no ones the best or worst,
Nor perfect or the opposite,
You can improve too,
So don't quit.
Why
Why do I care so much?
You're mean, spoiled and self-centered
So, why do I care so much
I don't even like you
You're a drama queen and a brat
So, why do I care so much
I don't want to be around you
You're vain, ignorant and annoying
So, why do I care so much
I don't want to be your friend, but I see
You're fragile, insecure and lost
Is that why I care so much?
Sorry to say, that today we must admit,
that you did not qualify to our benefit.
You see the type of girl we're looking for has to be presentable in a way;
on how she walks and gives a sway, and mostly all men will look her way.
Another thing we care to add, so you could know for future fads;
that the way that you dress, was indeed not appealing.
The clothing you wear of coarse gives you more feeling;
feeling for us to see if your individuality is not too revealing.
Cause you see young miss, we quietly hiss,
the uniqueness of someone that's quite over fearing.
Some other things lass, you miss some sort of class;
class in which we mean, your not well in-gleamed.
Your neck is not sparkling, and your ears they speak dull,
you could use a little more shopping, to show off your glow.
Sorry again, we must admit to say,
That the ladies we're looking for; must be made out of clay.
Clay in which we mean, that we could make mold;
take out their priorities, and fill in our hold.
Some woman that will listen, and not ask a lot,
some lady that will glisten, even if it's too hot.
Another thing we care to say,
that your a lovely young woman, that has lots to display.
But you have strong visions and speak out your voice,
and it saddens us that your decisions, makes up our choice.
We hope you try again someday, but next time put on make-up,
it will freshen up your face.
"Good day Madam" the elder spoke up
to the five-year-old with a tea cup
"Good day Mister" the girl replied
"Would you like a cup of tea?"
"Why thank you very much, I would"
he said, as he bowed to tip his hat.
She handed him a saucer, then a cup,
carefully poured, so not to spill a drop.
With watchful care he lifted his tea
to sip a sup and gaze thoughtfully.
"Good lady I must with all honesty say
that this is the finest I've sipped today."
The young lady smiled, so to underscore,
and replied "Thank you Sir, care for more?"
© Goode Guy 2011-06-01