Sonnet 11 – The Paradox of the Selfish
The selfish soul can sometimes selfless be,
If selflessness attains his selfish goal,
And feeds the center of his galaxy,
The sun that rises there that is the whole.
A paradox, the selfish is in this –
Fools the unsuspecting casual friend,
Who thinks the two can co-exist in bliss,
That selflessness is the abiding trend.
But, like a plate filled by the finicky
Whose purpose is to earn a piece of pie,
The loved takes up the whole, with two or three
Peas for the prize, since selfishness is sly.
The selfish may partake of bitter pill
And practice selflessness to gain his will.
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2012.
The Bard on the Hill 