Tit for Tat

If everyone gave tit for tat, Who knows where we would all be at For every slight that we perceive Bounced back to make another grieve Would keep the cycle going ‘til We finally would have our fill Which would be never, for to reach Another’s heart across the breach, We need a willingness to bend And then, before we reach the end, There must be someone waiting there To take the time and really care. Until that day, there’ll always be A lack of opportunity To work through feelings that arise When one may, cluelessly, surmise A disregard and therefore, that Will cause another tit for tat.