About Meddling

A Poem About Meddling

M Paul Burress

My meddling friends have told me: "You're just ruining your life?"
By sticking their nose in my business, they only stir me to strife
Somebody please tell me, just how can this can be,
Those nosey bodies somehow, could live my life better than me?

These folks claim they know just the perfect thing to do,
And say: “I wouldn't have done that, if I had been you”.
Every decision I make, in their opinion is wrong,
They frown and they wonder, how I've made it this long.

So I wrote this poem, as a form of complaint,
'Literary?' I know already, you'll say that it ain't.
The time has come, and I’m going to choose,
Whose feet are going, to be walking in my shoes?

You live your own mess, and leave me to living mine,
If you simply stopped meddling: then all will work out fine.
It is written in the Bible, that our stubble and our hay,
Are both appointed to burn, and they shall one day.

It’s my turn now; your tongue please lay on a shelf,
From open eyes now, take a good look at yourself.
A hundred times I have told you, if you only would listen to me
How gladly will I tell you again, what I would do if it were me.