Compass Poem #1
Love your life
Even if you must search to find it
Richard Bach owned an airplane
Even when he was broke.
The issue is neither sex nor money
They are the great static
On the television screens of our lives
The things that will destroy us
If we focus upon them too much.
There is a deeper chord
That will see you through
There is no safe harbor
Only a relative freedom where you can see
The fin of the shark approaching.
If you are to love your life
You must love what you do
Richard Bolles can help
But the burden is yours
To live in or climb from purgatory
Even as a baby’s diaper stinks.