Ah, yes. I do remember ...
Power!
I once had fire at my fingertips. It leaped at my command.
Others trembled, backed away, just staring at my hand.
They feared me, and the power I held, to cause them hurt and pain,
But what good were their departures, and what stood I to gain?
One can elicit loathing, without a conjured trick,
It only requires one behave, in a manner sick,
Or otherwise unpleasant, to send the others scuttling,
When what you really hope to have is friends toward you shuttling.
I’ll leave off what I’ve learned that chases folks away,
In trade to have them come to me and be a friend that day.
As I go through this life I find I like the people near,
And that I cannot have that if I choose to offer fear.
NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . . October 10, 2004
