Poetry With A Mission

...a thought provoking poetical exercise.


What's Done Is Done

Okay. So you made a big mistake, acted foolishly,
Perhaps accidentally, deliberately, criminally.
A bad mistake, one that has caused you or others much pain,
And you’re sorry, real sorry, and your remorse can’t contain.

Well, you’re not alone, we’ve all made mistakes, acted wrongly,
And many of us dreadfully so, and publicly.
Yes, made fools of ourselves, and maybe shamed our family,
And as a result, lost something that we cared about dearly.

What am I trying to say? Stop beating yourself! It’s pointless,
You’re just sawing sawdust, and creating a bigger mess.
Others have done worse than you, and yet, they’ve weathered the storm,
And to tell you the truth, big mistakes seem to be the norm.

If you’ve good health, have all your limbs, good hearing and eyesight,
There’s still so much to live for, should your attitude be right.
Forget the finger pointing, the nose rubbers, the critics,
And dust yourself off, move on, leave behind what you can’t fix.

You’re not what you were yesterday, (except you choose to be),
But rather, what you choose to be today, courageously.
Let others think what they like, and they will, so why worry,
It’s your life, and if you’ve changed, you’re acting differently.

Enjoy yourself, find a hobby, a cause, and make new friends,
For though you may have blundered, that’s hardly where life ends.
You can still make others happy, leave something good behind,
Despite any negative memories that might remind.

Yes, too many take their life, or dwell on their misery,
When often they could improve things, and significantly.
It’s better to shrug our shoulders and learn from our mistakes,
And in order to find joy again, do whatever it takes.

By Lance Landall

A Sneaky Little Truth

It’s really none of our business what people think of us, or even say behind our back to their own friends —
Well, in general, that is — something most of us are guilty of, and who of us serious harm intends?
After all, someone may ask us what we think of so and so, and with very good reason, I have to say,
And why when it comes to what folk think of us, or say about us, we should allow them a little leeway —

As we would desire for ourselves — but yes, we should be careful and fair when it comes to anything we say,
For how would we feel should somebody say things about us that would see truth packing its bags for faraway.
But as I said, what they say or we say is nobody's business but our own, unless such is libellous,
In other words, something terribly serious as opposed to general gossip-cum-busybodyness.

At the end of the day, people will think what they will of us, regardless of whether it be wrong or right,
And why it’s our character that’s important, not our reputation, for oft the latter is kissed goodnight.
There’s little we can do about it, and it’s not worth loosing sleep over, for there will always be someone
Who, bless their little cotton socks, (I don’t think), will say something that’s unfair or untrue, kind of hit-and-run.

Nobody likes bad press, but unless we leave this planet for another, such will always surface somewhere,
For no matter how squeaky-clean we are, (like who, for instance?), somebody will find something juicy to share.
Hence why it’s best to just accept this sneaky little truth that it’s really none of our business what folk say,
Nor their business regarding what we say, and who would have it any other way, at the end of the day?

By Lance Landall