All he wanted to be, his focus was right
So he worked at it daily, with all his might.
Correction of error, refinement, realignment
These, the tools that shaped the assignment
But along the way he lost sight of the goal
All of the benefits buried deep in a hole.
Helpful, insightful, at times a bit bold
The shift of his focus too quickly was old.
I know where you are wrong, amiss in your life.
From stranger to neighbor and even his wife.
The advice wasn’t asked for, often unwanted
But his efforts at “right” were not to be daunted.
If you just did it my way, the way I have learned.
I am sure that your success will easily be earned.
No asking, without thinking his counsel was given.
He never once noticed his friendships were driven
Far from him it seems, as right is from wrong.
He drove off the others, his words were too strong.
Not that he didn’t try, to set things aright
He pressed forth his case, by day and by night.
The more he possessed it, the worse it became
To those all around him, was assigned all the blame.
Amid the shattered dreams, hope all askew,
The lessons appeared, he noticed too few.
Being right is a good thing, but a personal task.
Imposing on others, especially unasked
Breaches all of the boundaries, of your space and mine.
It severs the value, truth loses each time.
