Wisdom learned in a old man life

May-day poetry number eleven. Rewritten.

Wisdom learned in a old man life

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Sometime is hard to see beyond our own life. 

            Wisdom learned in a old man life….

(May-day poetry number eleven)

When we are born.
Even the poorest of people have opportunities.

Outcasts and poor folks seem to work harder.
They appreciate every small or large victory.
They grasp books and reach for knowledge.

I have always hated lazy people and
they beg and cry for having nothing.
Their hands always reaching out for money and handouts.

I have known people who lived off the life of other people.
One day no-one is left and they can’t function enough to buy themselves a meal.

Who is to blame?

I believe someone should of kick their a*s like my father did to me.
Told me make money and get a education.
Only respect for a Ojibwa/Mexican is education and money.

Today my mind isn’t no good and
my body is beaten from raising too much hell.
I loss my memory from drinking and raising hell.
The 500 shots I received in the Army took from my body and mind.
I don’t blame no-one.

No-one forced the beer and wine down my throat.
I join the Army twice to wander off to War.
I could of learn from Hemingway and Mark Twain.
War is s**t.
No-one wins in the end.

World was never real pretty.
Then I saw  my baby girl being born and I held her.
I quit walking the edge and quit drinking.
I had a purpose to be alive.

I wasted 37 years looking for one reason to be alive.

Now today I know the world is simple.
Nothing good in a life comes easy.
Hard work make a man wise and at peace.
We need to appreciate every new day.

We need to be thankful for days with family.
Be thankful for the kind people in our life,
be thankful for good health.

Give what we can to the poor and helpless.
Karma is a fair judge.
Love isn’t forever.
Friendship is.

In the end.
We must look into the mirror and we must like the person looking back.

In the end.
We need to think before we speak.
Nothing good to say, say nothing.

Sometimes silence is needed to keep peace.

  Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, war is s**t...no one really wins.

and those who don't help themselves...I understand that greatly. We have our panhandlers in our town.

They say they will work for food, but when I stop and offer them a job, they say "get lost"!

I need a few bucks for some food, Coyote. Thank you very much, now off to the liquor store.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Jacob for reading and the comment. I have known many in California. Made a living. Begging for change.

[Azifwecare]

Love this and wish I could toast with you to your words. Grateful for every day I'm given and feel blessed for every gift earned. Thank you for sharing this poem, Coyote.

[Coyote Poetry]

A old poem with a re-write and I appreciate the comment my dear friend. Hello from Michigan.