Ungrateful

Ungrateful

A Poem by Reel Taulk
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Food for thought

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I'm ungrateful for I do not know how to be grateful. My days exist of continuous games with strays, non existent entities with no reason or fulfilling purpose. I'm fulfilling a taste and at the same time erasing my place----in history. This is no mystery I can see it, for my eyes have never deceived me. For so long I've wasted time, In no way has my brain been exercised, instead allowed repetition and delusion to have first dibs on my demise. There's never been a thought or purpose, neither ultimate goal, so my soul has grown cold from all that I've opposed. Which direction do I go, where do I start so that I can begin inputting all that I need to know. Rearrange my mind, allow a transformation of a new kind, where thanks and appreciation exist, also to mention, I'll be aware of whats a blessing vs my discretion. I've been settling for nothing, nothing special--- all though I dip and dab that'll be $250.00 I ad. I know that's sad, but I'm paid for my time and exclusive service. Don't get it twisted I do what I do for a reason and an intended purpose, a true entrepreneur in every sense of the word, having no scruples really makes me feel superb. I am focused, no joke neither a quick please or tease. But regardless, I am still lacking the necessities, like gratitude, respect and appreciation, this I blame on my high horse disposition. Even though this is my reality from here on in I'm choosing a different path, which will be an asset and plus to my mental and my celebrated craft. Please forgive me for being unthankful....On this day I declare, I have truly been unaware, and will take the necessary steps needed to quickly proceed forward. From here on in, I accept a productive life, to be rid of all this grief and strife.




Vonda G. Nelson

© 2010 Reel Taulk


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