Blank Slates
Social creatures, blank slates
The sum total of each and everyone
We’ve been exposed to has left some trace
No matter great, fleeting or miniscule
The slate gets erased but remnants remain
To shape e’er so slightly
The impressionable brain
And season it e’er so lightly
Each kindness done
Each gentle touch
Leaves it’s mark
Be it little…or much
We should think twice before judging
The ones we think flawed
They’re the sum of the writing
That appears on the wall
They’re the product of happenstance
Victims of Fate
Tomes written by others
‘Pon minds open state
And they are who they are
Not by choice
but by words written at random
…Upon blank, empty slate…
6 stanzas-24 lines
Copyright © David O'Haolin Whalen | Year Posted 2019
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