The Package

“THE PACKAGE”

BY SHEB SCHEBELLA

As I lay me down to sleep it is here where the questions of my life do creep. A haunting number of rights and wrongs, the walk in closet is used no more the skeletons are stacked ever so neatly from ceiling to floor and every so often I toss in one more. I don’t go out of my way to stray from a fundamental life style, but when off course I seldom do anything to get back, more like a one way train on the Amtrak about ready to run out of track. I am by no means morally bankrupt, but nor am I religiously guided, and most of my ventures are double sided. Selfish I know I appear on the surface, but down deep with a watchful distant stare I guard many and make sure there treated fare. Sometimes to stay beautiful inside I have to get a little ugly to keep the other half wise. I don’t want to know how a magician’s tricks are done, I just want to feel the smile of my inner child and when I close my eyes I know evil has not won and there in my slumber my dreams plan for the next rising Sun. To me this is Christmas, the birth off all mankind, the notion of never leaving a child behind and never intentionally stripping a smile and always, always remembering first to be kind.