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Second Hand Revelries

What you see isn’t what you get,
Clean prose, powerful imagery, yet
You’re being cheated, friends!
You’re being given something
Much more used, most certainly abused
And not nearly half as innocent
As you’d expect.

I’m selling you
My emotional baggage, the
Refuse of my life that I’ve
Merely shoved into corners
Swept into snarky little piles,
And swindled into your lives.

You get my second hand sweat,
The byproduct of bad decisions,
Hypocrisy, and straight out lies;
You get everything that I push
under rugs and kick out of
my mind.


Solitude By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow it’s mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air.
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go.
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all.
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life’s gall.

Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a long and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain


So, there’s been a bit of writers block mixed with a healthy dash of holiday hoopla around here. Due to that, I’m doing the lazy but still enjoyable act of tossing up some of my favorite poems between my own. This one here is absolutely one of my top favorites, first seen in an old Toastmaster’s book that I picked up years ago.  Great premise to the poem, and it’s something I try to constantly remind myself of each and every day.

Hope you are enjoying your holidays with a splash of something strong!

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