Here's a little poem I wrote. I hope it inspires. Let me know if you like it
SEEING THINGS AS SUCH (for your eyes only!) Nathan Smith Jones There once was a story of a man who tried But each time he did a part of him died ‘What’s the point?’ The man finally said, ‘If trying each time leaves part of me dead?’ The answer that came was slow to return But it came in the form of an old taciturn The old man was withered but said with a grin, ‘You thought that each time that you tried you would win?’ ‘No,’ said the man, ‘I didn’t, you know, but so many times trying with nothing to show—’ He stopped what he said as tears appeared And the old man patted his arm as he neared ‘No one faults a sweet for not being a sour Or blames a lone minute for not being an hour. Just do what you do, let other hands wring For who knows Who cares what consequence bring ‘We do what we do, it’s the doing that counts It helps us much more than anything else.’ But just as he said this, the old man he started. His eyes went wide, he peed and he farted. He sank to the ground and right then and there He took his last breath as the younger man stared. After they came and took the old man away Then the young man slowly went on his way He thought that the old man dying was odd his words were not wise or a message from God For how can a message so sweet and sublime Be followed by the messenger having to die? No, no, the man thought, it makes little sense There’s no way his words meant anything hence So on through his life the man bitterly forged The old man’s last words he promptly ignored The point is that often the message we heed Is only as good as we want it to be For what good are rubies or diamonds or gold If those who receive them only see them as old? Or an ice cube in winter or sneezes in Spring What value has any wise word or good thing All things of value, they don’t count for much For all things mean nothing, if you see them as such.