The Selfish Man ©
How can you be so selfish?
Would ever fain to consider some other creature?
Is this art of altruism a passion or a curse?
I mean, do you like yourself?
'Tis easier to kill the fire-breathing dragon of my nightmares,
Blind and bound, than to drag you away from yourself.
Easier to lift back a fallen pine than place my finger neath your chin
And raise your head.
Force your eyes to gaze on other worlds.
For there are many other worlds, all spinning round their own suns.
Desolate days and empty nights are yours if you want them,
But eventually, others will lose patience with you.
Cast you aside.
"But I don't understand what you mean."
No, you may not.
But do you care?
Do you want to listen?
For if you do, there is hope.
Hope on high, with spreading wings will sore above your jagged peaks,
Then land softly on some sandy bay and wait,
Wait, until you transform it into something beautiful.
"What shall I turn it into?"
Turn it into concern, reason, patience.
Turn it into consideration.
Then every time you pause and look for this magical creature it will reward you.
It will dance in children's faces.
It will sing in the houses of your enemies.
It will mellow and subdue them.
Its sweet song will soften their hearts to you.
They will open their doors forever and let you in.