bullshit

life, at times, seems a big struggle
not a box of chocolates
I used to look for the pot of gold
then I realized-- all of it's bullshit

life is what you make of it
victims will always be victims
the strong will themselves on
waiting for the dawn of a new day

another day to try harder
to right the wrongs
to rely on the kindness of friends
and to thwart the enemy

with the Grace of God
I go forward untethered
looking not to the past with its ghosts
but with sunglasses for the sunny days
ahead

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License