Best Two Sides To Every Story Poems
There are two sides to every story,
And the whole thing is not often heard;
For people are wont most often,
To take sides and embellish the words.
They choose to support their favorites,
Causing one to bear all the blame,
Taking great sport in the sparring,
And scarring the other's good name.
No matter the cause of the rukus,
The emotional scars and the pain.
No matter the truth or right and wrong,
They see it all as a good game.
It brings to their lives some excitement,
A break in monotony.
Oft taking interest away from themselves,
And their own autonomy.
Don't take to heart the stories you hear,
Second hand information at best.
Don't listen to tales from wagging tongues,
Attempting to feather their nest.
Just keep to yourself whatever you know,
Adding no fuel to the fire;
And you will have friends wherever you go,
By simply not raising their ire.
Two Sides to every Story
by Bob Moore
What we can and what we can’t
what we will, and what we won’t
what we should, and what we shouldn’t
what we do and what we don’t
What we did and what we didn’t
these things are part of life
what we decide to do or not
it still can cause us strife
Two sides to each decision
split seconds to decide
if we believe there’s something wrong
do we jump in, or let it ride
It’s not always easy
we can’t all be that strong
to do what we believe is right
or stay where we belong
Sometimes it’s our opinion
of the way that things should be
but two sides to every story
who says the one who’s right is me
There are two sides to every story,
And the whole thing is often not heard;
For people are wont most often,
To take sides and embellish the words.
They choose to support their favorites,
Causing one to bear all the blame;
Taking great sport in the sparring,
And scarring the other's good name.
No matter the cause of the rukus,
The emotional scars and the pain.
No matter the truth or the right and wrong,
They see it all as good game.
It brings to their lives some excitement,
A break in monotony.
Oft taking interest away from themselves,
And their own autonomy.
Don't take to heart the stories you hear,
Second hand information at best.
Don't listen to tales from wagging tongues,
Attempting to feather their nest.
Just keep to yourself whatever you know,
Adding no fuel to the fire,
And you will have friends wherever you go,
By simply not raising their ire.
Little Jimmy riding bike, somehow
Was run over by passing snow plow
He lost his left arm
Left leg bought the farm
And after a day, he’s all RIGHT now
I know there’s two sides to every story
But I’m scared to know yours
Is it how you loved me and cared for me
Until you were torn
Was it that you were everything and I was just too much
Was it how you always asked before you went to touch
I’m scared to know what you tell people
I’m scared of what they see
I really believed it when you said you loved me
There’s two sides to every story
And yours you love to tell
I want someone to believe me
So I yell I yell I yell