Everything I Do

 I think I’ve heard it said before

That age permits one to discern

Which thoughts one really should ignore

And which are best, it makes one learn

To raise them up inside one’s mind.

I think I’ve also heard it said

One’s real worth can’t be defined

But if the thoughts within my head

Were measured, weighed and rightly judged

I think I would not prove unwise

By others, I would not be grudged.

This thought consoles and satisfies.

And yet ere long, my doubts are back,

The truth jumps out and gives a slap,

My self esteem destroyed, turns black,

For though I know I have the knack

Of thinking wisely, thinking well

It’s not my thoughts on which I dwell,

It’s everything I do is crap.