When I sit alone and ponder
All those deeds of virtuous honor
To downpour answers from the sky
Satisfying that eternal question, “Why”
My mind plays a cunning game
Influencing decisions that keep me the same.
Like a gangster fitting me with cement shoes
To drown me in the dark river of my “dues”
I’ve got to break through and accept life’s offer
No matter the fear and pain felt from father.
I want to do right and I see it in lights:
Helping all others, lifts you to new heights.
Spencer Harber, M.A., RYT, MT