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"There is no need for temples no need for complicated philosophies. My brain and my heart are my temples; my philosophy is kindness" - D.L, “This is the true joy in life the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; the being thoroughly worn out before you are thrown on the scrap heap; the being a force of, Nature instead of a feverish selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy.”- George Bernard Shaw, Only the lonely
Each verse of this poem has some fair suasive lines grasping the heart of matter at hand. I find it particularly potent, especially the last verse.
a man who had fallen amongst thieves by e.e.cummings
a man who had fallen among thieves
lay by the roadside on his back
dressed in fifteenthrate ideas
wearing a round jeer for a hat
fate per a somewhat more than less
emancipated evening
had in return for consciousness
endowed him with a changeless grin
whereon a dozen staunch and Meal
citizens did graze at pause
then fired by hypercivic zeal
sought newer pastures or because
swaddled with a frozen brook
of pinkest vomit out of eyes
which noticed nobody he looked
as if he did not care to rise
one hand did nothing on the vest
its wideflung friend clenched weakly dirt
while the mute trouserfly confessed
a button solemnly inert.
Brushing from whom the stiffened puke
i put him all into my arms
and staggered banged with terror through
a million billion trillion stars
To quote a very wise man – “Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot,
Nothing is going to get better. It’s not.” ― Dr. Seuss, The Lorax
Esme's Cloud 
We are all connected and simply walking, often carrying each other home. ~ Gerean
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I do like this poem, quite well. But most particularly the second to last stanza has the most impact, for me.
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In all honestly I was hard pressed to choose just one as they’re all crackers. I enjoy so much of his writing.
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Peter ~ Having read a good deal of your writings, I completely understand why you personally connect to the second to the last stanza.
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little clod of ailments and grievances! Oh, George! Ha ha. And, its wideflung friend clenched weakly dirt! is ‘all good’ and I mean it, though I don’t know mr. cummings well enough to even recognize him in a lineup, I will surely be accusing him of crimes in the future
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You like it then. Hahaha. I hear he speaks well of you mind.
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Yes, I like it.
And George I knew and was always going around with “Hell is full of musical amateurs, music is the brandy of the damned” on my lips when I was a boy looking for punches to my ears and getting them.
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