Ballast

 

This poem laments the modern malady of too much stuff.  Too many distractions, standing  in the way of achieving one’s purpose. We all need to cast off a little ballast, in order to soar higher.

We love to be pleased and entertained.  But there comes a time in life, when we realize, just how much time we have been wasting, doing nothing.  It is quite difficult, if not impossible, to extract ourselves from our pleasure prisons.  Striving to sup with the  stoic soldiers of Sparta, we dine instead with the decadent dullards of Rome.

Good luck to all of you, in your battles against the modern temptations of both mind and flesh.  I hope we will all soon regain some sense of control over our destiny.  Thanks for coming by to read!

 

I cannot bear

To set aside

The things that I

Must set aside,

The things that I

Must set aside,

To be what I

Must be.

 

The boring, mundane

Squawking things,

The dull, hypnotic

Talking things,

The episodic,

Clocking things,

That sap

My energy.

 

I fear, I’ll never

Set aside

The toys of youth,

My wounded pride,

My lack of rigor–

And decide!

And, disciplined

And free,

 

Escape these shackles

Wrapping me,

These layers, stacked,

Entrapping me,

(My muscles, yearning

To be free!)

 

And be

What I

Must be.

 

Copyright 2021 Andrea LeDew

 

For a complaint on the particular problem of clutter, read House Proud.  To read how things can define a life, read Clutter.

For a confession on the allures of the internet, read The Rabbit Hole.  And for a rant in rhyme about social media, read Like.