A Creature Of Obligation
My soul has been many beings, unfurled;
beginning as a seed of gestation;
then I became a baby in earth’s world;
and a child of society’s probation.
In my youth, I was to learn many things;
becoming a being of opportunity;
challenging thoughts of prevailing kings;
though lacking in personal immunity.
As I learned and grew; I needed to assess;
what trajectory my future might be;
as with many others; I openly craved success;
personal aggrandizement appealed to me.
Success is considered as a ladder to climb;
and, a mountain to follow, thereafter;
working long hours; without thought of the devine;
not considering all effects, hereafter.
My efforts, then thwarted by circumstance;
reality joined evil’s opposition;
my destiny, now ruled by happenstance;
my life became a juxtaposition.
I no longer felt I was in control of my life;
no more motivated by personal gains;
my heart laid bare; by the loss of my wife;
only compassion for others, remains.
Writing has become my new life purpose;
I’m now a creature of obligation;
using a gift God planted neath my surface;
loving my neighbors is my salvation.
Monty 1/29/23. # 1,436