How Could Anyone Know?
Too many families have friction,
There’s infighting, harsh words and lost love
Yet it need not be part of one’s circle of life
It’s mostly pettiness we need rise above
Venomous words fall from sharp tongu’ed shrews
Calling names one should not repeat
Loud clamoring voices rise to their heights
Then for all there is naught but defeat
How could anyone know who was talking to whom
Who were still friends or who are now enemies
Everything changes with one word or two
Such upheavals just add more bad memories
Idle time fuels pursuits of counting the coffers
Who has more or who less than a royal
Be happy for brethren more successful than you
Be glad for a sibling that’s loyal
Tho love can be bought you will find that it’s shallow
Not the goal of the love you desire
Be true to yourself; to your family and friends
To the principals you most admire
Oh where is the peace I so long to grasp
Where is the melodious harp?
When we’re all torn asunder by words and by deed
As sharp thorns pierce more into hearts
One day when we’re buried and pushing up daises
Will contempt still arise from these ‘enemies’
My last word my friend and final retort
Is thank you to daisies and no thanks to anemones.
C Schlessel © 1/1/2011
