Oh the times that I've been told: Hey! "You're ruining your life?"
When I try to explain, it only stirs more strife
Can somebody tell me, how can this be,
That just anybody could live my life, better than me?

Folks seem to know, just the perfect thing to do,
And say: " I wouldn't have done that, if I had been you".
Every decision I make, in their opinion is wrong,
They frown and they wonder, how I've made it this long.

So I wrote this poem, as a form of complaint,
'Literary?' I know already, you'll say that it ain't.
I guess the time has come, that I must choose,
Which one of us is going, to walk in my shoes.

So you live your mess, and leave me to mine,
If you insist on measuring, then walk your own line.
Because my hay and your stubble, or my stubble and your hay,
Are appointed to burn, and shall one day.

Before you summons humanity, to put me on the shelf.
It would profit you to take, another look at yourself.
And I have some advice, and it's long overdue
Here's what I would do ........if I were you.

- Paul Burress

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