I was taught how
to study this tough life,
To know when to
walk, and learn when to run,
To whet blunt
edges sharper than a knife
To identify
times to shout or to talk
To choose my
words well, lest they cause me hell
To keep my
thoughts silent, and never mock.
I learnt
to read into humanity
Their motivation
and vanity
And hoped my
path would gain some clarity
The bitter-
sweet balance of grief and joy
Their worries
and their insecurities
The innocence
and guilt that paints their souls
Their
oscillation between good and bad
The bright
smiles and dull frowns that make them whole.
©davyvivaldi 2012
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