They spit, call me a naked mule.
Their smiles are wide,
But I have, I hide
What makes me laugh, “They’re the true fools!”
What’s most precious they cannot take.
The strongest shield no one can break.
My beautiful thoughts,
My very own spot!
Makes me alive, makes me awake!
Too little does the poet not recognize the importance of his thoughts and too much he worries of material loss and physical pain. This poem acts as a thank you to Dr. Frankl and the realization given.