Let It Be
A teacher I will always be,
But sometimes cases aren't for me.
I can't butt in; it's not my place.
If so, someone would bust my face!
Some jerk parks in the fire lane spot,
Or cuts me off without a thought,
He should be taught a lesson, see.
It's not my job. Just let it be.
If someone's talk is coarse and crude,
I want to teach them: Don't be rude.
They need a lecture--maybe three!
It's not my job. Just let it be.
They're thoughtless, selfish all around,
A shining knight cannot be found.
"The rules do not apply to me!"
But, (breathe in deeply, hold, exhale)
It's not my job. Just let it be.
13 August 2017
Copyright © Anita Harris | Year Posted 2017
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