by Alisa Js
it was in the aftermath
careful words with careful tips and
anything else of no consequence,
a life lived in compromise
for all the right reasons
does it matter as much as the one lived for self?
does wisdom factor a twit
or is the savagely selfish the first to benefit
to hell with the rest,
good intentions don't count
only fools live by those outdated ideals
and I'm beginning to think there's really no difference
selfish is what's needed to get ahead
and that's what life is all about, anyway, obviously
I pondered these musings on my drive back to wherever
ran through the arguments for and against,
with me, it was never about money
it was always for love,
call me a fool
because I think that way,
and will choose to do so
till my dying day ...
Posted on 10/06/2008
Copyright © 2021 Alisa Js
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Alison McKenzie on 10/06/08 at 05:09 PM|
I was relieved by the last lines. I read your last poem about money vs. love as well, and I was with you every step of the way. No matter how angry or jilted or bitter or injured, I can't seem to muster what it takes to find selfish/vengeful comforting in any measure. And I'm glad to see you couldn't, either.
|Posted by George Hoerner on 10/06/08 at 07:09 PM|
I guess there are benefits to both attitudes Alisa. But your reward is being true to yourself. Like those burned on the crosses throughout history who refused to repent or denounce the truth they saw.