Why do we wait
So long before we celebrate
Our wins, and what we create
I have a few thoughts
I might even speculate
Of when and where this pattern did originate
Certainly our generation it does predate
We believe we have to be the best
Or at least really great
We have a tendency to conflate
Our height
Weight
And Birthdate
Our accumulated real estate
Our bank accounts and their current state
With our value and worth
We forget to separate
Our doing from our Being
We allow our egos to inflate
And then we so readily take the bait
Of the current cultural mandate
I might even say dictate
The
”one more thing”
We hesitate
And then…
It’s too late
Not sure if anyone else can relate
Our work and play we striate
Fun must another day wait
Always too many things on our plate
Our spirit wanting our attention
Eventually becomes irate
Then ensues the inner debate
I will attempt to translate….
The spirit yearns to roller skate
While the ego insists the house be
Immaculate
The longing from our spirit
Eventually becomes sedate
To tolerate
Does not mean to accept
Our fun and freedom we cannot prorate
How long will we procrastinate?
We need a clean slate
Can we together donate
An afternoon together
For a values update?
I promise…
I won’t be late!
Ducit Amore 