THE OBSERVER

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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