Simple Things

Without one single thought of self,
And for others I would not care.
Temper flares and anger burns
And I am not aware.

In desperate times or circumstance,
I will not stress but I will plan.
It's a simple thing that life can bring,
And you must do what you can.

The most traumatic things I deal with,
I can't change what has transpired,
But little things work their way in,
And that is when you stoke my fire.

I tend to use a phrase a lot!
And so often of it I would sing.
"Worry about the bigger stuff"
"And don't sweat the little things"

When serious issues do occur,
I assess and must evaluate.
I have to do this with calm and poise,
Or seal my own or someone's fate.

I'm kinda pleased with all I've done,
And yes I take some pride,
Yet within myself and all of you
There is a monster that does hide.

It's the little bit that burns Iinside,
That little bit of you.
That little bit won't let things sit
Because somethings just won't do.

I try to tone myself down a bit.
Because sometimes I am too wired.
Yet doing what others can't or will not do
Just makes you much more tired.

My life and work are not easy,
I expect no love, respect or applause.
But what I don't consent to
Is cleaning up after yours.

So the little things now seem important,
And the bigger stresses do not.
I can formulate a plan for these,
But not for idiots, fools and clots.

Now the results of your action or omission,
Have folded back on me,
But I'm a man who drew his plan
Because all of this I preconceived.

Not sure how things will transpire to be,
Yet I guarantee you this.
Though I clench my teeth and furrow brow,
It won't be how you wish.