More A Story Than A Motto
This is pretty much in another longer poem I have.
There is a road I walk. It's filled with holes, ruts and cracks all designed to make me trip and fall and eventually I will.
It is there a choice needs to be made. Do I just sit there and do nothing? Cry over my failed opportunity? Do I go back where I started and decide this was a bad idea? Or, do I get up, dust myself off and keep on moving to where I need to be, where I have to be?
That's pretty much what I go by. When you think about it, the choice is simple. Failure is not an option.
Empty Me
Life, void of regrets
Withhold no love 'til death
Freely give it away
Until my last breath
Empty of self
Every drop of the vessel
Love to the end
With all my potential
Motto “Believe in yourself, You are braver than you think, more talented than you know, and capable of more than you imagine..”
Quote kept in the forefront of mind everyday:
"Circumstances alter faces; dont forget to wear a smile."
Smile
Even when I want to cry
especially when I‘d like to die
although the world seems ugly
and people are unkind;
when walking down the street
shopping in a store
lifting weights at the gym
listening to a boor.
Even when my burdens are heavy
my joys seem few
anxiety stirs
melacholy, too;
I smile and laugh
and grin and say
I am feeling wonderful
today.
It doesn’t always work
sometimes the tears do fall
but I fight to smile another day
for attitude is all.