My Today

At the station throngs

walk about their day

headed towards their goals.

I hear for their songs,

but no tune will sway

me to what they know.

Some faces hurry

by, while others glide

and still - nothing new.

How I would scurry

towards wisdom's guide!

My path, though askew

takes me from that place.

I follow laughter

to an oasis.

"This park seems the place

where wisdom gathers,"

thought I, rapt in bliss.

The congregated

sat, those well-to-do,

displaying their wealth,

and how they've grown fat!

Their hullabaloo

deciphered in stealth

yielding dull gossip.

Praising themselves while

berating their friends.

Turned up nose and lips

deforming their smiles.

All towards what end?

I run to solace.

Cathedrals, temples,

mosques and synagogues

all regurgitate

from the judgmental

sounding catalogue.

It is then I choose

to bring Love to life.

Not the emotion

which fades all to soon.

Action - born from strife.

To Give, that alone.