Thought For The Day
Little Things
Like a stone in my shoe
I prefer the discomfort of knowing it's there
to stopping long enough to remove it.
Like a too stiff label on the back of my shirt
that pricks and irritates me every time I turn
I believe that hoping will make it go away.
Like the cinder, so small, in the corner of my eye
that scratches, tears and blurs my perspective
the blinking should subside it, soon.
Little things I wait on while they goad me,
small irritations and diversions
that bring me to my knees, later.
Tragedy demands attention,
perhaps it is more kind.
©Herb Ratliff, June 6, 2012, All Rights Reserved
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