Today, I examine myself for wisdom.

Have I lived long enough,

or experienced enough,

of this worldly stuff?

My age suggests that I should be mature by now,

but am I, will the kid in me allow?

The role models I have acquired,

leave less to be desired, but I do have one I can say,

with a great deal of respect,

the one that I never experienced neglect -

My Mom.

More and more I see

that I am like her in the ways that I speak.

My mother is a woman that is courageous and not weak.

My movements resemble hers, to my surprise.

Facial expressions that I catch in the mirror,

are hers and on my face,

becoming ever so clear.

Respect for others and a love for God

are two of the most important values that she has instilled in me.

She is the perfect person to model myself after.

The only decent one I know.

The only one I consider a pro.

The child in me does sometimes venture out.

I sometimes have the capacity to pout.

For the most part I would say,

I have taken the longer route,

to gather understanding

of what this life is about.

Judging by the way the world is today,

it is all one can do to keep the devil at bay.

It has become a full-time job separating ourselves from the general mob,

that nowadays walks the street.

They are there to compete,

for your place in line,

and your seat to dine.

It is a mad house out there,

with no free space anywhere.

I dislike all the crowds.

I am a singular person.

In some ways I can see

how that could worsen,

the quality of a person’s sociability.

I’d rather have peace holed up in my comfort zone,

than to deal with the traffic, standing in lines,

or to compete for my own spot.

I find my own spot in my comfort zone of home.