A Problem Mentality

 

 

I thought I had a problem

For which I sought a solution

Only to create a situation

That caused a real problem.

 

Has this happened to you

Or, was it only me?

If it has, please don’t deny it,

Tell me, honestly.

 

I once heard of a man

Whose leg was amputated

Only to be told by the surgeon

The wrong leg was extricated.

 

And as if this were not enough

Nothing was wrong with the other,

A misdiagnosis by the surgeon

Had now become his bother.

No real problem at the first

But a solution had been sought,

The patient, now an amputee,

Was especially distraught.

 

If a problem cannot be found

This in itself becomes one,

Problems attend us when we come

Up until when we are gone.

 

No such thing as no problem,

Not in this present life!

So, if you believe you have none,

That in itself spells strife.

 

Women are especially good

At this strange phenomenon,

They go out of their way, it seems,

To ensure there is a problem.

 

Then they are trouble makers

Who go in search of problems,

Not to mention the problem prone:

They will always find them.

 

 

Call it creating problems:

People with an unusual skill

And like a glutton and his food,

These must have their fill.

 

I have a problem mentality,

I need to go out and find one

So, if you suddenly miss me,

That’s because I am gone.

 

Gone to find my problem,

My addiction urgently needs one

So here is just where I will stop

Because I must be gone.

 

Stewart Russell © June 27, 2023