"...I basically asked for God to help me express all these hurts and resentments in healthy, balanced ways that would clear me but not hurt anyone else in the process. The poetry started that night and has not stopped since. It has been part of my self-inventory ever since.
Excerpt: "When I was done with that poem, I was done with the resentment toward this person almost immediately. I could easily have compassion for this person and he did not bother me that much ever again."
Mr. You-Owe-Me Copyright© 2002. All Rights Reserved, C.L. Whoo
Hello again, Mr. You-Owe-Me
I can tell that you’ll never be free
You wasting your life
Working’ out what the cost is
For all of your miseries,
woes and your losses
You talk and you talk ‘bout not getting ahead
It’s time to stop beating that horse,
It is DEAD!
The whole world owes you-
So you say
Well who would you like to give you back pay?
How ‘bout the people who live in the streets
The old, the poor, the sick and the meek?
You think you have it worse than them?
What makes you think you’re such a gem?
You selfish man stuck in your own head
With tantrums that would wake the dead
The world owes you?
You’re the only one?
Lighten up man, have some fun!
Don’t you know the life worth living
Is the one where you don’t stop giving
The best of whatever it is YOU have
This helps to remember that things aren’t so bad
But you don’t get that line of thinking
Your little world just keeps on shrinking
At thirty something you’re an old man
Whose description of life has left it a sham.
Poor, poor boy what will you do?
You won’t be happy ‘til they all left you
And then you can blame us for alL of your sorrow
“They left me!” you’ll say
That dark path you’ll still follow
The path you think leads to righteousness
Not having a clue about happiness
The whole world owes you, so you say?
Well who would you like to remember your name?
You just might go down in history
As the biggest fool I ever did see.
Things aren’t so bad
Life’s what you make it
Life isn’t so bad
Don’t you forsake it
To keep on giving, Mr. You Owe Me,
Is what keeps us living and sets us free.