original poems by john allen

no satisfaction...

Will I ever learn to give myself credit?
Is that why I can't find happiness?
Today was no different
than the days before.
Some things went well.
Others, not so well.
That's life.
Why can't I accept that?
It wouldn't be any different
if I had saved a life today.
I'd still be dissatisfied,
because I hadn't saved the world
And, if I had saved the world,
like a hero in a movie,
I would still question myself.
Why didn't you do it sooner?
Is it simply that I am a perfectionist?
Or, have I dried up inside
Until I can take no satisfaction
from anything?


© John Allen March, 2005

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