Friends Poem by Ross Maclennan
Friends
The blade that cuts clean is a much kinder knife,
For the wound heals fast not endangering life.
Wounds from steel that is twisted and feeds where it's bled,
Will pucker and fester and take life instead.
Self-pity is sightless and self-righteousness blind,
So be cruel to yourself; only cut where it's kind.
Friday, January 31, 2014
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Sadly others know us better than we know ourselves. We just need them to prove it.
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