Care Not
There was a time
when I would have got mad,
got sad,
would have taken offence,
but
now I have discovered
that my shoulders shrug
more eloquently
than before.
It is clear to all I hope,
that I do not care
do not care at all
what you say or think
and I hope
you do not give a care
either,
for if you do,
if you get mad,
sad,
or offended
by what I say or think
then you might be just as
ridiculously
self-unaware
as I once was.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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