and i smile at me . . .

and i smile . . . at me . . .

there is the “Me”

and there is the me of “ME”

and there is “i”

and “i” is responsible for “ME”

but there are times when the me of “Me”

attempts to convince me to travel a road

that is not good for “Me” . . .

though the engagements of such things

may be enticing to me

i know for the Greater “Me” i should abstain

for when i listen to my lesser me

there is always some pain that “Me”

has to experience or endure

i am not quite sure what me wants from “Me”

but i do have to keep my eye on him

and my “I” on him . . .me

cause he can be a sneaky little thing

whispering in my ear

suggesting things that ‘i’ can do for “ME” . . .

but “I” am not having it

you see the greater “I” of “Me”

is always looking out for little me too

“Me’ . . .

i have learned to just sit and watch

as the little me, like a child

plays in this Cosmic Sand Box

embracing and attempting to bring his dreams to life

and i smile . . . at me . . .

(c) 29 January 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.