SHYING AWAY
Someone who loves life might concur,
He seems to avoid her…
Not as friendly as before
With eyes on the floor,
Hurrying past in a blur.
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He’s not really fond of his goal,
A struggle against a foe old…
Ashamed to be
Irresponsibly
Caught in his usual role.
–
It’s as if his pleasure
Inexplicably has to be measured…
With no right
Of pleasure in sight,
Nor allowing himself friends to treasure.
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He’s shied away so long,
He wonders if he belongs…
To any group,
Would anyone stoop
To admit to him in their throng?
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Unfortunately for his whim,
There are many he knows who love him…
His self-pity jag
Won’t stay in the bag,
Depressed, his self-view is dim.
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The man has to take a stand,
With faith he has command…
Emotional woes
Don’t point where he goes,
The need of him is in demand.
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All is not as it seems,
Despite those morbid day dreams…
All is not lost–
Christ paid the cost–
He can CHOOSE to counter bad schemes!
–Jonathan Caswell
(A big part of winning…is choosing.)
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