Me, Me, Me

Why can’t we think about others before thinking about
ourselves, why should it always be Me, Me, Me…it’s a
crying shame people are too self-absorbed these days to
care about anything else, now I’m not saying it’s that
way with all of us, God knows I try to help those I can
and God knows I try to love everybody the way I’d
wanna be loved, still I ain’t no saint I have my moments
too but all in all I still believe there should be more
compassion than always Me, Me, Me…well and in those
dark and chaotic times it seems as though we’d rather
place blame on others than accepting the fact that it’s
us that could be wrong…it’s a sad, sad world we live
in today when it’s constantly Me, Me, Me I wonder how
much longer this world can go on this way…well why
don’t you be somebody’s angel today ‘cuz don’t you know
what goes around comes around so why don’t you put a
smile on somebody’s face when you are feeling down!

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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