Sometimes our instincts cry for help <br />and help them we surely try. <br />But often we grasp at certain wrong rings <br />and find ourselves go awry. <br /> <br />Do you race to the bar after work <br />and down a few pounders of beer? <br />On returning home do you drink a few more <br />extending the evening's cheer? <br /> <br />A pickled liver and jaundice too- <br />a couple of things that can happen to you; <br />a watered down brain-thrown down the drain, <br />it's happened to more than a few. <br /> <br />Are you collecting riches <br />to fulfill your aching need? <br />Does the happiness of 'getting' <br />seem to satisfy your greed? <br /> <br />Will you be wearing diamonds <br />when you're riding in the hearse? <br />When you get to heaven <br />will your shoes still match your purse? <br /> <br />Do you fill your trophy case <br />with pictures and letters too? <br />Of all your fallen lovers <br />whose love just wouldn't do? <br /> <br />Is finding that new lover <br />going to help to heal your soul? <br />Perhaps you need to look within <br />before life takes it's toll. <br /> <br />Your life is what you make it <br />just choose your destiny. <br />The road's not paved with excess <br />but love and empathy.<br /><br />Ray Andrews<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cowpies-of-life/
