New Curatins

Although adept at picking curtains

One thing I feel I know for certain

You horizontally outgrew life’s pot

Dressy discussions flared up hot

It’s not a race, so I’ve been told

New friends silver, but old ones gold?

Well all that glitters is all that slithers

How quickly the fragrant flower withers

Purple is purple and love is love

Wigs of blonde and ash and mauve

Won’t fill the God-shaped hole you have

In your soul the only salve

Is going back to where you hate

Fortunately it’s never too late

To correct the path gone so far astray

Will you ever learn the correct way

To argue with dignity, respect, and truth

Manipulation deduced like a sleuth

You played dirty tricks to heal your hurt

Words like knives sharper than curt

But all you can see is your own selfish gain

Ignoring the cause and causing of others’ pain

It is your pride that will make you fall

Trip and splat uselessly onto the wall

Of the hall of lame fame

No children to care for you, the only blame

Lies with you, so lie in your bed

You made it, made it up all in your head

You are your own problem, though you don’t believe

Your lack of faith and lifestyle are trouble, they can’t relieve

The pounding pressure to be so great

If you continue like this disappointment awaits

But I can’t be too vain because I’m broken, too

The difference is I know what is true

My head’s screwed on straight, so I’ve got the time

To live a wonderful life, because it’s not mine.