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Prose - I Will Listen

Updated on July 28, 2011

My old friends
Fear, dread and worry
Have regained prominence
In my life’s story
The hard shell
Has begun to crack
From the exertion
Of my act
The monster
Under the bed
Of my youth
Is still not dead
My old enemies
Selfishness, avarice and hubris
Continue to guide me
Into the abyss
Of failure
Of neglect
Of uncaring
Of lack of respect
Towards others
As I swim further
Into the delusion
That I am superior
But to what?
Or to whom?
Those who starve
While I consume?
Do I smile
While the unemployed
Cry the tears
That I avoid?
As I step over the puddle
I chant in the mirror
"How great thou art"
While the truth draws nearer
I am not the answer
To love
How could I be
When I place myself above?
What I want
Becomes mine
No matter the ethos
I recognize no line
But I beg of you
Tell me now
Tell me the truth
I want to know how
To live humbly
To give generously
To sacrifice willingly
To serve gratefully
Stripped of pride
I ask to be forgiven
Tell me what I need to hear
I promise I will listen


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      Mark Lecuona 6 years ago from Austin, Texas

      @Binaya - I'm glad you decided to read my poem before you logged off. Thank you for the praise.

      @September Girl - It's so easy to say "I'm sorry" or "I'm not worthy" but I had to say it anyway because I have so much to work on... thank you...

      @Ahorseback - hey... don't worry about which politician I like or don't like... they're people too but on the whole they just reflect back to us what we ask of them... I appreciate your comments. Being humble is the way to go.

      @Krazicat - Thank you!

      @AliciaC - Thank you too... it means a lot to me because it is where I am right now...

      @Teddletonmr - I am humbled that this poem reached you. Those old "friends" keep me occupied as my father ages and my worries about my children increase. I guess I'm surrounded by it... but that's life...

      @QudsiaP1 - Thank you for commenting. I think we all have these fears and ego problems. I just wanted to get it out there because I am struggling to find the balance.

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      QudsiaP1 6 years ago

      This is excellent specially considering that you addressed all the issues almost all of us have. Thank you for sharing all of this.

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      Mike Teddleton 6 years ago from Midwest USA

      My old friends Fear, dread and worry Have regained prominence. The phrase brings a tear to my eye, the imagery both strengthens and saddens the heart.

      Voted up, awsome and beautiful. Mike

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      Linda Crampton 6 years ago from British Columbia, Canada

      This is a beautiful piece of writing with so much meaning in it. Thank you for sharing.

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      Ophelia Madden 6 years ago from Pacific Northwest

      Great poem...very pretty

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      ahorseback 6 years ago

      Oh man, Talk about a humble man! You speak for us all or at least a lot of us! This is pretty awesome Suburban Poet! Believe it or not , and you may not like him , Ronald Reagan was asked by a friend " How is it that a couple of dumb Irishman like us married such beautiful and giving wives?" and the Gipper answered ," My mother always said to marry up!......Keep writing my friend!

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      september girl 6 years ago

      I believe your prose said it all...whether you knew it or not, you humbled yourself to present it to those around you, showing you indeed do care about others, which proved you were not really selfish. Great job! Voted this one up and beautiful. : )

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      Binaya.Ghimire 6 years ago

      Before I logged off, I wanted to read really nice hub, and lo, here is a beautiful poem. Thanks.