Our Folly...
Author: Shiloh


We carry with us through our lives
some of the damnest things
to be bitter or angry about,
not caring or knowing
what the morrow may bring;
then when we finally understand
our mental and emotional folly,
we learn, much too late,
and with great sorrow,
how foolish we have been
all the years of our wasted time
securing and championing
this great anger....
an anger that blinded us
to the most precious and beloved
of things available to man -
the love and understanding of his neighbor.


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