as I do my yard chores
my electric weed whacker whirls
you can hear that familiar echo
whipping grass up and down my common street.
but, I came upon a city of ants edging my grass
and now, I don’t cut through their mound
which is their home
and they have a family
just like we do…
these days my conscience mandates
I must value all life
no matter how insignificant
the rest of humanity treats it.
for, I am old now
and can look back on
history I’ve lived
and, I know
God must have smiled upon me
sparing me from greater suffering
despite cruelty I’ve dealt to poor innocent
birds and bugs with my first BB gun rifle.
I shall ask for his forgiveness
for past ignorant transgressions
for I harbor a vast host of regrets
because I have learned lessons
I wish not to repeat
which those experiences have
changed my inside world
and made me like myself
a whole lot more.