Final Trip

Discard emotional baggage,
move through life with lightweight luggage,
preparing for the final trip,
traveling without bags to grip.

Accept your foibles one by one,
forget the past – what’s done is done,
surround yourself with upbeat friends,
enjoy life to the very end.

Make an effort along the way,
to keep your emotions at bay,
concentrate on self-improvement,
focusing on development.

Be good to others – that is all,
and forgive yourself when you fall,
life doesn’t have to be so hard,
make mistakes – do not be on guard.

The final trip will come some day,
and you will be ready to say,
life was great – let’s see what’s ahead,
as the doctor declares you dead.

Deep Thoughts

I don’t answer the telephone,
or give the dog a juicy bone.
I don’t think about cooking meals,
or go shopping for steals.

I don’t report to work each day,
expecting to increase my pay.
So people say I’m negative,
and they recommend sedatives.

Psychobabble cannot help me;
empty those drugs into the sea.
I am reflective and searching,
then analyzing while perching.

Deep thoughts absorb my attention,
there’s no need for intervention.
I pursue them seeking their source,
I acquiesce, there is no force.

I want to tap my potential,
meditation is essential.
Mundane chores can be distracting,
while fresh thoughts are interacting.

So carry on and waste your time,
worry and fret over a dime.
Meanwhile I’m setting my mind free,
so that I can grow and be me.

Destiny

Destiny took control of my life,
fighting, kicking, I opposed the strife,
objecting to life’s roller coaster,
my eye was captured by a poster.

“Roll with the punches”, it simply read,
“Live every minute until you’re dead”.
Yea, easier said than done, I mused,
debating the quote made me confused.

Why should I accept things I don’t like?
Isn’t it better to take a hike?
But I found I couldn’t run away,
destiny always has its own way.

Do Not Disturb

Genius at work, do not disturb,
I never thought to be perturbed,
with great respect, I tiptoed out,
contemplating this grand man’s clout.

A week, maybe two, came and went,
when I was one more time sent,
the office door was tightly closed,
I knocked then stepped back, smiled and posed.

Patiently waiting for someone,
confident a person would come,
soon I felt foolish standing there,
behind a door and no one cared.

Intending to bang on the door,
I was shocked hearing a man snore,
genius at work, do not disturb,
my hair bristled, I was perturbed.