A Lion’s Roar (Fun Poem 36)

Poem By David Harris

I'm not the one to criticize,
The value of what is wrong.
Or weigh with unquestionable decisiveness,
That which is chosen is correct and right.
Nor am I the kind to nitpick, fuss or argue to fight.

I am the kind that's going to live with a focus.
And weeding to clear that which comes to dim...
The highlights of my life.

Many wish to see themselves winning not to lose.
While some deceive with tricks to menace,
Someone to abuse.
More than a few are confused,
As to which direction to choose to move in.

I am the kind that's going to live with a focus.
And weeding to clear that which comes to dim...
The highlights of my life.

Today,
Chasing troubles away takes commitment.
Today,
Having good things to say conflicts.
Today,
People are finding playing games and tricks...
Helps them exist in the chosen fields of 'their' battles.

Many wish to see themselves winning not to lose.
While some deceive with tricks to menace,
Someone to abuse.
More than a few are confused,
As to which direction to choose to move in.

I am the kind that's going to live with a focus.
And weeding to clear that which comes to dim...
The highlights of my life.

I did not select a mission to abandon it.
I heard a voice within me familiar.
A voice so strong that called.

I'm not the one to criticize,
The value of what is wrong.
Or weigh with unquestionable decisiveness,
That which is chosen is correct and right.
I follow a voice within me familiar.
And on my path it is with me day and night.

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