The old timers complain nowadays,
about how modern technology.
Is stealing away all their secrets and,
selling everyone's privacy.
Information is left up for grabs,
exposed for all of the world to see.
By touching a finger to a glass,
while they are hiding behind the scenes.
As my mother would always tell us,
“You do not air your dirty laundry.
But back in the day, if I farted,
she would know about it before me.
But I never could quite understand,
how anything could possibly be.
Less private than hanging my holey,
underwear outside for all to see.
If you're thinking that your 5G phone,
might be the fastest thing in the land.
Then you have never met my mother,
with a rotary phone in her hand.
Watching the ships come into the bay
Workers about, gathered on the quay
Alone, I contemplate this here quandary
Was taught never to air your dirty laundry
You must present yourself with poise
Hiding the inner turmoil and noise
The cross I bear, my eternal penance
Always front and center. Always in attendance
It's presence has became familiar and quaint
Comfortable. I admit, I've never been a saint
I'm hard to rattle. I rarely let slip a quiver
But to my surprise, there it was, a shiver
With the ocean breeze wafting like perfume
I'm taken back. Smells of peonies in bloom
Visions of you swarm my brain. So handsome
Glance at the ring you gave. Forever. Platinum
You are what's at risk. These demons I must lose
I've really got to start minding my P's and Q's
Some folks spend more'n half their life,
Discussing other's business.
The way they talk and carry on,
Can really shock the senses.
It seems sometimes they know much more,
'Bout certain folks than they do.
They don't care 'bout who gets hurt,
Because, you see, it's all true.
They huddle 'round their tea and cakes,
Discussing all and sundry.
No one's safe from their critique,
They'll air your dirty laundry.
Of course they're sure to let you know,
That they don't just spread gossip,
And if by chance such word gets out,
You're duty bound to stop it.
Why they would never meddle 'round,
Just spurring fabrication.
The very thought they'd stoop so low,
Is quite beneath their station.
Just cut it short right here and now,
And see it goes no further.
Just keep it here between we two,
And just a few close others.
"THE HEART OF THE RIGHTEOUS STUDIETH TO ANSWER;
BUT THE MOUTH OF THE WICKED POURETH OUT EVIL."
Proverbs 16:28
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