Poison

There is a petty poison

that runs around our minds

longing for recognition

attention

even fame, power, glory

Without it we feel its gnawing

craving

we want to be remembered

after we die

though we don't know the names

of almost everyone who has gone before us.

Still we want it.

Learn to be at peace

let the petty poison

ebb away

stop it infiltrating

your deepest desires

Accept anonymity

and unimportance