Six Poems for 2/19/2020 by Trevor Witt

“Work, Work, Work”

Work, work, work.
It’s no fun
Unless you like what you do.
Then it’s simply a ton.

Work, work, work,
Keep it up.
Keep going until you get there.
Don’t lose track of your progress – stay aware.

Another milestone,
Another step further,
You can see the finish line,
Just keep your feet moving with time.

“Every Being (A Paradox)”

Every being
Is lost
In a sea
Of found.

Every body
At rest
Is
A body
In motion.

Existence
As separate
Entities
Is
A paradox.

“I am the dog”

I am the dog
As you are the worm
And I’m in the poop,
Searching for you

Wanting to play
And to eat.

I am the dirt
And you are the virus
Hunted by a phage
Hiding in plain sight

While I cover
The lonely earth.

“Am I an asshole?”

Am I an asshole,
For eating my croissant
Inside, while my dog
Stands lonely, outside the cafe?

Am I heartless,
For walking right by
A homeless man, covered,
By clothes? I think he’s alive.

Am I dead inside,
Because I don’t cry?
I don’t cry much anymore,
When encountering poverty and war.

“Six Poems”

Six poems
Six sets of words
Today, my contribution
To a sick, sick world
In need of healing

In need of

Chesed.

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