Sometimes in life
You have to be
Something that is not you
Naturally.
It’s being a monster
I would often say
To help some loved one
To mend their way.
Often with children
In their poor perception,
A negative response is seen
As a rejection.
Daddy’s the monster
Or maybe it’s Mum
But whoever’s the monster
From them they run.
I have dared to be
The monster they see
Though I must admit
It is never easy.
It is an attitude
That grows with me
And that I still maintain
With my family.
When most of life
Becomes relative ease,
An unexpected interruption
Can be a squeeze.
This is made worse
If it’s not understood
And we do not sensibly respond
As we really should.
Life is a lesson
We learn everyday
And a day’s lesson ignored
Brings growth delay.
Delay in adapting
To what is the new
And we stubbornly refuse
To change our view.
Haste is the focus;
It must be corrected!
And in haste the lesson not learnt
Is again rejected.
A monster is needed!
It has to be me
And though it’s not popular,
I hope you can see…
The bigger picture
That will unfold
Unless someone steps up
And become bold.
Nothing learned
Then nothing gained
Other than constantly repeating
The same pain.
It pains me to write
A poem like this
But I am constrained so to do
To mend this rift.
Remember, easy come,
Easy go,
This is a principle
We all need to know.
Quickly replacing
Once there are funds
One day will come to an end
When funds are done.
Learn to get by
At least for a while
And so, learn to appreciate
Another’s lifestyle.
Stewart Russell © July 10, 2024
