You spit on my floor,
But I shall forgive.
You spit in my face,
But I turn my cheek.
You spit on my soul,
But I don’t react.
You spit on my mind,
But I shall still dream.
You spit on my heart,
But I walk away.
You spit on my friend;
For this, you shall pay.
Someone close once advised me:
"What matters is, not so much the problems you have to deal with, but the way you deal with them."
I can to some extent, control my own problems, but I must give my friend the benefit of the doubt?
I like this 'broad shoulderd' approach to life - coupled with ' but I will support those who need it'.
good poem good subject
A poem with much to ponder on.
A good construction and an ending which plunges the reader into thought.
Thanks for this
Keith
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Stephen Gospage
Tue 20th Dec 2022 21:34
Julie, Stephen, Rudyard, Brenda, K Lynn, John, Hélène and Holden
Thank you Keith, Flyntland and Uilleam. Sometimes we can shrug off slights and insults as not being worth a response, but it can be a different matter when a friend (especially a vulnerable one) comes in for this treatment.
And thanks to Julie, Stephen, Rudyard, Brenda, K Lynn, John, Hélène and Holden for your support.