Mr Calm, Cool and Collected
Pick on me. I stay calm
Insult my family. I stay cool
Hit me as hard as you dare.
I stay collected
Anger never does me any good
Never solves a single problem
My face turns crimson-red
and I make things worse instead
So, I've given up fiery outrage
for the countenance of a sage
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2025
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