DR. DAVE GRAYSON AND HIMSELF
As he watches the night sky, all alone in his leathered upholstered chair,
Dave Grayson's agnostic mind wonders what is happening up there,
Space is a mystery and so are people's hearts,
He isn't convinced people are able to pick up their fractured parts,
Not when he himself is so thoroughly destroyed,
Lost in a world he doesn't think he's ever enjoyed,
Before you help others, yourself you must fix,
Unless perhaps helping others does the tricks,
Hobbling Grayson grabs his cane,
Walking to the window he thinks of his bane,
The bane of his existence,
Is his foolish hearts persistence,
To go where it wishes,
Even if it stirs all the wrong fishes,
Quietly he sighs, contemplating life's wiles,
And realizes a revolutionary thought worth more than all his files,
Be like the flies, so simple, so sweet,
For all they do is die, mate, and eat,
Life is as easy as one makes it,
Don't over think it, embrace it,
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Life's Stories
PoetryA collection of stories written in a poetic format that tell of the struggles many people face throughout their lives.
