A bunch of little people
All going around,
Wanting,wishing, hoping,
That something will be found.
Reaching high, and reaching low,
Grasping at the air.
Never really reaching
The thing they think is there.
Some think that they will find it
In the way they dress.
They do so many things
To look good and impress.
Some think that they will find it
In the way they talk.
They back bite and gossip,
They ridicule and mock.
Some think that they will find it
Just in selfish thoughts.
Worried always about
All they haven't got.
These bunch of little people
All go their own ways,
Wanting other people
To give them what they crave.
They don't seem to realize
That others are stuck
Inside their own bubble
Of sad narcissistic muck.
Oh people, look around you!
You don't need to look
In all of the wrong places
In sinful shelves and nooks.
To find what you wish for,
You just have to climb
Right out of your bubble
Of all self absorbed time,
You must GIVE and not worry
About what you get
Just serve and love others
And forgive and forget.
You don't need to keep stressing,
You don't need to find
That something already
Is engrained deep inside.
It is found when your selfless
It's found when you love
It's found when your living
For the One up above.
Great poem! I think it goes along with Charity and remembering. Thanks for sharing!
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