the mighty Solzhenitsyn

Gotta get my mind off myself....

These demons are a bunch of kids.
I recently wrote some poems
about the life of Solzhentiztyn.
I shared it with my family.

The demons seemed 
to take no notice.
It was followed by a lull.

Now, but now,
it's Solzhenitsyn this
and Solzhenitsyn that....

"I wanna be Solzhenitsyn!"
"No, you are Solzhenitsyn."
"You can't be Solzhenitsyn!"
"Oh, you and your Sozhenitzyn."

What a bunch of kids!
Shut up about Solzhentiztyn.
What's with the Solzhenitsyn?
Let the man rest in peace.
He already payed his dues.

And I've already moved on....
I mean, you gotta move on.
Why roleplay Solzhenitsyn
when there are things to do?
Why canonize yourself,
pretending to be a hero,
when you've got some ways to go?

You gotta live your life.
I like to live my life.
It takes my mind off myself.
That is a good life, isn't it?

A lot of my life is prayer.
It takes my focus off me,
gets me interested
in God and His creation.
(So did Solzhenitsyn
for a little while.)
I figure that I'm enriched
when I get over myself
and find myself fascinated
by some other object
or some other person
from whom I can learn.

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