This is a lovely poem i have come across taken from Denis Waitley’s book The Seeds of Greatness Treasury.  I used to write a lot of poems myself and find it interesting to know, that there is a difference between what the author is thinking while writing the words and the meaning they hold to the author and the difference the very same words  hold in the mind and  perception of the reader not only effecting thoughts but creating new meaning.

My Robot: R-U-ME2

I have a little robot,

That goes around with me.

I tell him what i’m thinking,

I tell him what i see,

I tell my little robot,

All my hopes and fears.

He listens and remembers,

All my joy and tears.

At first my little robot,

Followed my command,

But after years of training,

He’s gotten out of hand.

He doesn’t care what’s right or wrong,

Or what is false or true.

No matter what i try now,

He tells me what to do.