To Abide Or Not To Abide

To abide or not to abide

The question begotten by my pride

Frustrations pile up, I’ve had enough

Worn down is my spirit, no longer tough

An ugly, painful truth I have to concede

With too many goals I do not succeed.

I cannot get a customer to sign

On the blasted, bolded dotted line

I cannot find a lover to profess

With me she will always stay, nothing less

I cannot will my family to repair

The transgressions beyond my affair

I cannot convince people to civilize

Their discourse, as they choose to brutalize

I cannot craft my writing to speak

To being human, its message is too weak.

Yet, as I drive upon the paved, quiet road

Removed from society’s constant noise

Removed from matters breaking my poise

I witness how nature handles its load.

No matter how frigid the winter’s cold

No matter how deep the spring’s rain

No matter how arid the summer’s heat

No matter how complete the autumn’s yield

Reaching for the sky are trees serene and old

Trotting for the trees are deer silent and vain

Growing amidst the deer is grass tall and neat

Once more flora and fauna completely healed.

Nature abides, and so will I.