Heather P Wilson
That Old Motto Of Mine
Marking a footstep
My imprint in life,
Finding the best way
To keep free from strife.

'Hold my head high
Walk that straight line',
I`ve often cursed
That old motto of mine.

'Do the right thing
Never be mean',
Repeats in my mind
So often I scream.

But the rhythm goes on -
'Rules must be obeyed'
I`m sure that gets harder
Each time it is played.

There`s some demon
Hovering around me each day
That keeps insisting
He will have his say.

If I let him in
It will be me that will pay
So I`ll keep on Struggling
To push him away.