“Some of us think holding on makes us strong, but sometimes it is letting go.” ~Herman Hesse
Yes, I often say “Speak up!”
And beat upon your chest
Point a finger and make sure
Selfishness is addressed
But sometimes there is just no point
It is a waste of breath
Some people are just too entrenched
And set in ways ‘till death
The question many ask is how
They’ll know which one is which
Speaking for myself, it’s when
I feel a little itch
I see a little glimmer or
I hear a little spark
Something in the person tells me
Their heart’s not all dark
In contrast, there are people who
Are rotten through and through
Give them one hundred chances
And they’ll disappoint you
They’re too wrapped in seeking ease
Comfort, luxury, rest
They are not worth the time or effort
That you could invest
In other people who have hope
Potential, hidden grace
It will be obvious to you
Who doesn’t have a trace
I’ve found the ones who are without
A hope to be as rare
As Warriors and that’s the only
Way that they compare
Let it slide and save your strength
For battles with a cause
Hopeless people have no wish
To improve on their flaws
~Miro

