It all looks different
But
Endlessly the same.
Made
To have significance
Without harbouring
Any name.
Trouble if you make it
Social
Just the same.
Quandary
What and where it lives
Inside of me
I hear
It’s sweet refrain.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
See the mess and learn
How to clean it up
Do what it takes to make it not
Proud and bold step right up
To the job of cleaning up.
Not your room
I think not
Most likely just your life
Needs cleaning up.
Make room for order
Get rid of strife
Happiness and joy make it flow
Help you ease thru trouble
Trepidation, evil might
All that slows the clean up
fight.
Never mind
What’s come before
Focus
On the present life.
Clean it up
Make it right
Smile a lot, see the light
For you’ve seen a mess
And made it right in this
Your own clean up fight.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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