The Janitor

An ocean of emotion once poisoned her soul like a potion,
She used booze to smooth bumps and scratches like an ointment or lotion,
Why continue to dream and scheme was her final notion,
Then on a whim she sang a hymn or maybe read scripture,
Over time she was fine and then things became clearer,
Enlightened she saw life as a different picture,
Not concerned about those who yell, sell, and tell,
Or convincing mere mortals that she's not going to hell,
Inconsequential is the need to succeed nor to fail,
She's just doing the right thing,
True, it’s not easy being a human being,
Just follow the golden rule,
The 1st thing we learned in school,
Treat yourself and others well,
Savor the sweet Now and Laters - never past dwell,
That's the secret to life as far as she can tell,
She wears her pride well,
Like a frown upside down,
Attitude is contagious,
Her countenance courageous, 
It erases the disgraces of those whose presence she graces,
Her charm works like an alarm,
that shakes awake,
Many non-believers and the few with faith.
Change happens one person at a time,
Ideas sprout from seeds planted in your mind,
Growing into trees or weeds only you can define,
Show know control your heart, soul, and behind.