Go, Go, Go

poetry

The woe of “Go, go,go” is rarely are your duckies rowed.

Are their beds made?
Is their room neat?
Are their needs met?
Are they crushing things?

What about the money?
Are you building wealth?
What about the doubt, ‘Le homie?
How do you deal with grief?
You’re feeling singled out?
Flip the story, chief.

You ain’t a victim, You’re learning lessons
Lessons hurt, From time to time
And Lesson One, which is never not true
The Less You Hurt, the More You Move.
and The More You Move, the Less You Hurt.
One step at a time.
Do the work.