Small-Minded People

Just how small can small-minded be?
Small-minded is that thing you see
That walks with small steps constantly
But goes nowhere you want to be.

Small are their own small-minded thoughts
That resonate from nil to naught
And traverse in small-minded ways
Self-centered trips through sterile days.

Small are the hopes and dreams they claim
Which lose perspective frame-by-frame.
It's just a small-time picture show
That demonstrates how less they know.

Short-sighted is small-minded's friend
like two absurds placed end to end.
They primp and preen to their content,
Nothing to flaunt - not gained nor lent.

And, small minds are far-sighted cursed
That go from bad to worse to worst.
For them far-sighted, heaven knows,
Is that which lies just past their nose.

The small-minded have egos too
But lose sight of what, why and who.
They rumble in small-minded ways
And shuffle through a self-made maze.

Some with small minds resolve to see
A "heads will roll" philosophy
But if they did what there would be
Is their own mindless entity.

The small-minded do not go far.
They like to think how great they are
But when it comes to finding fame
Just side show stuff - a no name game.

If you meet small minds on the street
Don't call them out but just repeat
Small minded's slogan of their ilk:
"Small-mindedness is Mother's Milk."
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Nicole Avatar
September 16, 2023 at 7:18 PM
From observation: small minds do demonstrate, just how less they know. So sad, indeed. Open your mind and your heart, weigh all the possibilities. Your thoughts are deep and powerful, all at the same time. ~ Brandy
Ransburg Avatar
September 21, 2023 at 3:37 PM
Brandy, Sorry it took so long for me to write back. Thanks so much for reading and commenting. Yes, it is sad, more than sad, that some people remain human when they could be humane. John
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