Living with the riff-raff

Sometimes I think
It would be nice
To have a many-headed serpent
Guarding my front door
Barring the riff-raff and chaff

But then I think
Of the adventures I’ve had
Starring the riff-raff
Who’ve come through my life

And the gems
I’ve found
In the chaff
As it fluttered into the trash

So I think again
Leave the sentinels
To the weak of spirit
And the fearful

I will weed through the chaff of life
Seeking its gems
Let the adventure
Begin