Poem about Values

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Live by our values.

What are these? I muse.

Rules that we live by,

The rules that we choose.


Clergy will tell you

What you aught to do.

But must heed own law

From own points of view.

Live by my values.

Not enough I muse.

I need a purpose,

Without one I’ll lose.


I grab a target.

Something I can get.

Something to aim for.

A goal I will set.


Live by our values.

About this I muse.

We live for our goals

And values we use.

June Nash

Live simple,

Be honest,

Work hard,

Smile, smile a lot!

Exercise, eat right, be a true friend.

These are my values.  I haven’t always been conscious of them.  They were always there, but I would make life choices without paying them any attention.  I didn’t start until I took a class based on the book Smart Women Finish Rich by David Bach.  I thought I was taking a class on how to manage my finances.  It ended up being on spending money based on ones values.  

Since then I’ve given a lot of thought to what my values are.  I found it hard to pin point them.  I kept getting my goals mixed up with my values.   In the end, I found I need to live for goals that I set for myself.  I need to accomplish those goals by following my values.  To achieve my goals, without heeding my values, would, for me, not be very satisfying.  

Feel free to state your opinions on this topic.  I would love to discuss them with you.

Poem About Feeling Trapped


Rules on us strapped

Are feeling trapped

Cannot escape

Need new landscape

Must book, break loose

Feel cooked, like goose

Lose restrictions

Kill constrictions

Walls must come down

Remove this crown

Thorns cutting deep

Disturbing sleep

Morning will wake

Feelings won’t shake.

Must cut the chain

Or trapped remain.

June Nash

Sometimes the rules we have to live by make us feel trapped.  There are too many.  They do not make sense to us.  They are other peoples rules that do not feel like they apply to us.  

We have a choice.  We can break loose of this chain of laws that bind us, or we can do nothing, remaining trapped.

Poem about Too Many Rules


When, of rules, there are a slew,

Need to learn how these to skew.

Learn, must, to warrant action.

Thus, aid in passion’s traction.

Rules, when only one or two,

May not like but will make do.

When too many to abide,

Often must break them and hide.

Hiding sometimes in closet,

Sometime we justify it.

Tell selves rule is suggestion

Not a real regulation.

June Nash


Are you, or have you known someone who was given too many rules to follow?

Do they hide, breaking rules on the sly?  Do they find loop holes in the rules?  Justifying the things that they do? 


Don’t you think that if we had less rules, a manageable list of rules for living together in peace, we could follow them more consistently?

Who likes too many rules?

Poem about: Rules! Rules! Rules!



Don’t like being told what to do.

Directed, as seen fit by you.

You make rules, enforce them on me.

I hate these rule of yours you see.

It’s not the rules that I abhor.

I adore order, I want more.

It is just that the rules, I find

Easier to heed if they’re mine.

–                   – June Nash