Thursday, October 11, 2012

OctPoWriMo day 11 What is Fair?

Some days I want to cry
And say life's just not fair.
Look here, I work hard
I take care of people,
I harm no one with intent.
So where is my Attagirl.
Where is my piece of the pie?
Where is my pot of gold?

And then of course I stop to think
of the loads carried by those I know
And I am reminded once again
The blessings are in the things we have...
Not the things we yearn for.

A wise man once said:
"We're still alive, we're still all here,
And while there still is life there's hope."
He's gone now, but we're still here..
I must believe we're doing something right.
And maybe that's as fair as it gets.


  1. Very nice poem. I am impressed that you are writing such good poetry every day! :)

  2. Thanks Lil, Im not always sure about them when I post them so I appreciate the feedback. I got away from writing poetry and am trying to get back into it again. Hopefully by the time the month is over I will be seeing everything in rhyme.

  3. Yesterday my breakfast buddies were arguing about what makes community. One lady asserts she doesn't care about politics, she can only take care of her own neighbors, that's her politics, that's her community. But your poem shows how we are all connected. We struggle, face tragedy and constant challenge. We console ourselves with sayings from elders (our family saying: Things have a way of working out for the best). So, write on! Attagirl. This month is only the beginning.

  4. Thank you for the kind words Beth. I am a firm believer in the interconnectness of everyone. I also believe (asHubert Humphrey so memorably stated) that the measure of a society is in how it treats its have nots. And I also found the best remedy for a personal pity party is to look at the needs and problems of those around us.

  5. I echo Beth's sentiment: Atta girl, Meg! Yes! While there is life, there is hope. All you need is love. ;)

    1. I probably remind myself "and while there's life there's hope" at least once a day.