You Give Me*

You give me work, you give me poems.
Thank you, kind muse, for your kindess.

You give me hope, you give me joys.
Thank you for remembering my blindness.

You give me worth, you take it back.
Thank you for reminding me how life works.

You give me pain. You try to take it back.
Thank you for reminding me how life works.


*I read recently "that is not how it works" or "that is not how life works." I can't remember where. But I will. If someone else remembers before I do, please let me know. I want to give credit where credit is due. Forgive me. I wasn't stealing. That is how my mind works.

*Nathan's blog (Walls Come Down), April 8, 2009. His poem is about how someone's plans do not work. I took that to mean that life isn't learned or developed by someone else's plans. My poem, on the other hand, implies that there are particular things that are certain in life. This is the same message that I tried to explain to the guy in the park. You can always count on there being people to hurt you, so be careful. (Note to self.)