Life has conspired against you
insofar as your personality
appears to have been preformed,
a gift to you from some chronically
unpleasant ancestor. Fortune,
however, may not be predetermined
as we are all invested with free will
and you have also been gifted with
intelligence of a sterling quality;
yet another genetic inheritance.
Those who know from experience
caution that honey attracts more
flies than does vinegar. It is never
too late to indulge in soulful introspection
to recognize that you have been remiss
in overlooking a basic requirement
of a pleasant character to attract
toward you those who have responded
to your bitterness by avoidance.
Only you can breach the gulf
between loneliness and the comfort
of friends. Family forgive where others
may not, but even they recoil in distress
before unexpected, episodic attacks
of rancid disdain expressed at times
of emotional strain. Much can be
overlooked when the balance
of moderation has its presence.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
The Golden Rule
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Poetry
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