Beware, My Friend
Beware the tenderness of anyone’s toes
Especially that of your bevy of foes,
For pain, they say, is its own reward
And is magnified with additional woes.
Beware of the sharpest words spoken
For they offer little more than a token,
And will come back to haunt in time
When feelings of good will are broken.
Beware those who seek your alliance,
For they have capacity to offer defiance
When your actions they do not approve,
And you are seeking a friendly reliance.
Beware, my friend, of every slight
Keep both friends and enemies in sight
And walk your own paths in caution
Especially when strolling in darkest night.
written October 3, 2021
(not written for a contest, but practicing
the format AABA)
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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