“Okay”

15 Jun

“Okay”

There was a simple sheep named Speck
Who was held firmly into check
By doctors, teachers, management
“Okay” Speck said wherever he went

He was told by the doctors that
He had something that made him fat
Some other experts said he had
A condition that made him sad

The teachers told him he did lack
The thing which provided the knack
Of learning and applying self
It sort of tied back to his health

The management said that they knew
Exactly what he could not do
“Okay” Speck said repeatedly
“Okay, okay” he would agree

‘Till one day he looked off to side
While doctor spoke and did misguide
And there, far off, a Warrior
And he did not seem to concur

He shook his head and said “Enough
You’ve listened to them huff and puff
It’s time that you stood on your own
And realize that you’re not prone

To every single thing they warn
It’s time that you did sternly scorn
The time has passed for just ‘Okay’
It’s time now that you said ‘NO WAY’”

Ole’ Speck the Sheep was taken back
He felt he was under attack
But Warrior gave a firm nod
And slowly, calmly, growled “Fraud”

He took a step towards all those
Who told ole’ Speck that all his woes
Were caused by things beyond control
He said “We always have control

But you prescribe the easy path
And try to protect from the wrath
Of discomfort, it’s not okay
You cannot save them from the fray”

And as he turned to walk away
To Speck he had one thing to say:
“When someone tells you that you can’t
It’s not okay, you should not grant

You should accept it’s up to you
Exactly how much you can do
It’s you that decides your bounds so
Get off your ass and off you go”

Ole’ Speck the Sheep stood and thought long
About the Warrior’s stern song
“It’s not okay” he softly said
The words did echo in his head

“It’s not okay” he said with gall
“It’s NOT okay” he told them all
“IT’S NOT OKAY” he told skeptics
“IT’S NOT OKAY!” and had conflicts

There were those who did call him wrong
Who doubted just how tough and strong
Ole’ Speck the Sheep actually was
But Speck said, “I don’t give a fuzz!”

And from that moment on Speck saw
That his opinion was the law
That only he knew just how far
That he could push and raise the bar

And all of them looked on surprised
And said “I hadn’t realized
How much that little sheep could do”
And that’s because only Speck knew

                                                   ~Miro

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11 Responses to ““Okay””

  1. Cat Forsley June 15, 2012 at 9:33 pm #

    HI MIRO 🙂
    LONG TIME MY BRO ………..
    THIS IS LIKE DR, SEUSS BUT WITH AN EDGE – 🙂
    LOVED IT 🙂
    HAPPY WEEKEND TO YOU 🙂

  2. Miro June 15, 2012 at 11:16 pm #

    Thanks, Cat. Warrior Seuss! 🙂

  3. Tom (Aquatom1968) June 16, 2012 at 5:56 am #

    Hi Miro – I agree with Cat here! This is very motivational indeed!

  4. Sue Dreamwalker June 16, 2012 at 7:34 am #

    We all of us have a Mind, we often forget how to use it.. As we see we can rise above and overcome… I guess Ive always been a black sheep .. Walking my road.. But Its Okay to not follow the herd… “and raise the Barrrrrrrr! “…….and be a Sheep Like Speck!
    Great poem with lots of self motivation to be yourself.. 🙂

    • Miro June 16, 2012 at 3:06 pm #

      Thanks Sue. A different way of looking at it is that sheep like Speck are the white sheep. All of the others who don’t honor their inner truth are the black sheep. Just because they have strength in numbers doesn’t count for much in my books. I’ve seen many people do the wrong thing and few do right, and I consider the ones who do wrong to be the rejects and outcasts. 🙂

      • Sue Dreamwalker June 16, 2012 at 3:10 pm #

        Thanks Miro, I guess I call myself the Black-sheep for I do not conform to what many in my family call the Norm… But I am not an out-cast… Just the odd One.. who does things Her way.. as I follow my intuition.. and not always the rules! 🙂

  5. sarawales June 16, 2012 at 8:19 am #

    Very motivational!!! Love your poems. They always inspire me.

    • Miro June 16, 2012 at 3:06 pm #

      Thanks Sara, always glad to hear it!

  6. lscotthoughts June 16, 2012 at 2:36 pm #

    Love it, Miro, as all of your inspiring poems! I’m so behind now in reading blogs, but you’re still in my radar! Have a super wonderful weekend! 🙂

    • Miro June 16, 2012 at 3:07 pm #

      Warrior’s are hard to miss on that radar. We show up as a big, bright, loud and elongated blip. 😉 Glad you enjoyed, have a fun and productive weekend!

  7. You As A Machine June 17, 2012 at 8:28 pm #

    Great poem, Miro. I’ve been thinking about how to broach this subject for a while. There are a lot of things that are NOT Okay, but people find ways to accept their ‘fate’. “Your fate is what you make”.

    There’s an older gentleman (mid-70’s) I know who is about 60 lbs. overweight and has been an on-and-off-insulin-dependent-Diabetic for twenty years. When I ask him how he’s doing, he tells me that his doctor’s tell him he’s “doing OK.” There’s only so much doctors and pharmaceuticals can do for people. If this guy can’t do the work on his end, then there is very little his doctors can do to help, but to say, “well, you’re still here, keep doing what you’re doing.”
    I try to be gentle when I say: “You’re overweight and diabetic, NO you are NOT OK.”

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