Poem Pride

Life can be interesting as we all know,

it can be funny or sometimes even slow,

but if we stop and see, that life is what it was ment to be.

Strange and peculiar, in a funny kinda way.

It not only gave us what we asked for,

nothing less, nothing more.

So you see life is truly what it was ment to be.

All the pretty packages, that we call fun,

are only an illusion to some,

to others you see, fun is not always cracked up, as we may believe.

Cause there is one key ingredient, that some may have missed,

the connection between the obis.

The next time we think of fun,

don’t forget about that little one,

that maybe inside, behind the door,

that we call pride.

Cause you see,

pride is an illusion of what we were meant to be,

It gives us false hope, of feeling that we belong,

to something that is important,

of days that are gone.

But the child inside us all,

is still waiting behind the door,

thats in our mind forever more.

That said you forgot about me,

in my time of need.

The child you see,

is the creative imagination of innovation.

That wants to come out and play,

to live life to the fullest, in each and every way,

by creating love in a very special way.

Love is not just for some, but for all.

who can see past a judgement call,

of a simple little word called pride.

Release it now and let it be free,

because you see that is not what we were meant to be.

Light and Love