The Catalyst

Quietly he goes about assessing situations, Searching for the weakest link, The source of consternation; Seeking out the places where you need to make improvement. He'll be your guide, a rudder, The source of your inducement. Evaluating habits, of each one he takes note, Caring not how you must feel, Or of the ire evoked. Improving others character is his goal in life, Teaching and chastising, His family, friiends and wife. Of singular importance, his opinion of the world. It does no good to disagree, Or dodge invectives hurled, At all who wish to argue point, dispute he will not suffer, From any who would self-appoint, Themselves to be a buffer, Twixt a man who wishes naught but good upon the world; To bestow upon us all, His precious wisdom's pearls. He points out how it should be and what you're doing wrong, Elaborating on each fault, It's like a kind of song. He'll sing it to the very end, though end I've never heard. When you explode and tell him off, He thinks you quite absurd. It's hard to be above it all, you feel so all alone. They say good looks are but skin deep, But Dumb Goes To The Bone. Judy Ball Thinking it's up to you to point out everyone's faults or what's wrong with the world today is going to drive people in the other direction when they see you coming.