Chasing One's Tail - Poem by G.R. Gaus
Once, I was a much younger man,
Passed my time in restless thought,
Thinking of how I’d make my stand,
Never sensing that I’d been caught.
Caught in a game so many lose,
Pretending to be someone clever,
Valiantly trying to share strong views,
Becoming lost, along the endeavor.
Endeavor to gain some recognition,
Forgetting the original cause,
Falling into a state of remission,
As a life, being held on pause.
Pause to consider what is real,
Lost in circles, wasting time,
Creating illusions, quite surreal,
Slipping unnoticed, past my prime.
Prime ingredient, intellectual coy,
Pretending well, to keep my cool,
In chess, the goal, out to destroy,
The mind becomes a vicious tool.
Tool of the weak, to be that one,
The one with a head held high,
Deep inside, scared on the run,
Believe me, I’ve been that guy.
That guy is inside most everyone,
Waiting the chance to excel,
Take a shot at poking fun,
Victims of a ruthless quell.
Quell that once horrible feeling,
I learned hard from one mistake,
Turned my back, sent me fleeing,
Anymore, it’s all give and take.
Take only what is given to share,
Give everything someone needs,
Look at everyone with loving care,
Fill your life with endless deeds.
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