Each Drop Of Anger, A Bread Crumb To Heaven Poem by Chuy Amante

What is left in a soul
that's nearly clear?

it's drops of anger,
that which all fear

Each drop of anger
residing in my heart
is the ego that holds us
tis way worse then the farts

Look at each drop
and then give it up
your ego binds you,
be humble like a pup

as kids let's look at all fresh
don't give it meaning
nothing material nor flesh

Let all unfold
see perfection in Now
Each moment each day
WOW, WOW, WOW! ! !