Apple wine and crackers
As I tied up the potted mums
That had been destroyed by the dog.
Now, relaxing in the evening–
Had my fill and then some.
Some had meant to hurt,
Putting their own pain and shame upon my head
And feeling better when they hit me
With their words;
Or their lack of words.
Never again will I listen to the dogs bark their hatred,
Never again will I perform like a dancing bear,
Never again will you hurt us both with your
Clowning around, jolly antics, meant to have fun
That tempered and honed me even more.
And what would happen to you if you were
Hardened and razor sharp?