Polite Rebellion

This one is almost a year old & still super strong

I aught to be happy to go to sleep

But that would be dishonest of me

This day has been beautiful

I guess that means

Beauty is not devoid of its ugliness

Like the little-known golfer

At the well known tournment

I have walked the hills and green

The rough and well trodden

Well behind and ahead notice

I have loved this way

I have loved this path

Even before I knew it

It's beauty was there

Being

Ugly, beautiful, and best of all

Sincere

honest with me

While walking this course

it has walked my heart and mind

like a sower

This I have harvested

We are all deeply beautiful

which has also to do with how ugly we are

To flee from this truth is to flee from the beauty of life

We are allowed to be, truly

Life is not ours

to give or to take

We are barely stewards

How & ever

Living is of our own making

Live in truth

and you will live a real life