Without

April 11, 2016

In thinking of the question asked

I pictured often of the past

What could I learn to live with out?

give up without any doubt?

The list was easy at first,

Almost like it was rehearsed

Without my car, without my hats

Without my dogs, and without my cat

The decisions came flowing out of me

But there were things I could not let free

Could I go without my bed

Without my phone, I'd lose my head

Without my shirt, without my shoes?

How am I suppose to choose?

Then as my cheeks were turning pink

I stopped and began to think

The tears came gushing out of me

Because I began to see

Others do not have the joys

Of choosing between the toys

I had been selfish and could not see

The answer right in front of me

Dare I say,

That I could give it all away?

The only thing I'd truly miss

Is the joy of life, complete bliss

I was so ignorant to see

The happiness inside of me

Happiness I could not live without

I can say without a doubt

Happiness is all I need

In the game of life to succeed

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