I expect to hit a home run every time I’m at bat,
I ruminate over every pound, every ounce, wondering whether I am fat,
I ponder if I can stretch another inch to finally reach that pose on the yoga mat,
-You know what? – I’m more that all that!!
I expect others to treat me as them I treat,
Is it I ask, too lofty, too much to meet?
Promises that are made, I expect them to be kept,
When they are not, I am hurt, disappointed; and apologies, I find hard to accept.
Where is it, I ask myself that I came to know,
Where to draw the line, set my limits, not too high or too low?
Was it influenced by my environment, in my genes or taught by example?
These expectations I desire to be realistic from my Wise Mind with new ideas to sample.
Donna
6-28-2010
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