It's Not Me
Then Who Else Could It Be
I hear those words spoken to often in work
Why don't people own up to their mistakes ?
They rather blame someone else
This is a problem with young adults who think they know it all
They don't and won't listen to anyone else
When they have so much potential
To be far better than I could ever be
Learning in a world that is so advanced and ahead of my time
Yet they still lack one thing they can not find
Common sense
One that puts everything I know in proper order
So that we can help each other and all do better
Instead I see selfishness in their actions
I hear I don't care often
Each time the words our used it makes my skin crawl
With an all for me and the hell with you attitude
I am thrown back
Confused and stunned
Don't they see what they have done ?
They cut off the hand that feeds them
They crush the back that carried them
So sad
I get so annoying when they won't listen
It is beyond my control
As often as I have tried
For reasons I am not sure
Maybe it was because I was taught
To help out and that's enough
Not to question why
Then again they don't appreciate or understand
I do it because I want to not because I have to
It's the way I was taught to think
They have neither the desire or thought to know why
They wouldn't do it
If they were me
They tell me with no reservation
I am a fool
They would laugh and see humor when someone else fails
They careless of the outcome
Show little pride
Even though they have the skills
They have a drive that is unpredictable as the weather
I think they are all on the same drug
With surges of power like lightning
A force to be reckoned with
Very destructive and unforgiving
More harm than good
If only their energy could be harnessed and put to proper use
Where it could help others and be more beneficial
I scratch my head as I stand bewildered
What will the future hold
Each generation that follows
Leading the way for their children
For a better way of life
I don't hope
I pray
For better days
So be it as it may
This day comes to an end abruptly
If I was a head of hair
I would have all split ends
