Treasure Island

Teddy temple


Haters


Never mind what haters say
Ignore them till they fade away
Even if they criticize you in any way
Pay no attention to them any single day
As the sun shines, just continue making your hay

Whatever against you they conspire
Spare them no time as you go higher
They mock you when you are stuck in the mire
Let that be an up-beat that inspire
Making you to see something special in everything you desire

When you walk by, they pose and stare
With evil eyes prompting to set you a snare
Make brisk steps to show them that you don't care
For they spin invisible webs everywhere
But make them feel angered beyond repair

When you see that jealousy on their face, wave hello
Or play them melody of cello
To tell them that they make you become mellow
When they try to scare, tell them you are not yellow

Walk over them with pride
As they spice your ride
Make for them an extra stride
Shun them and their views just deride
And in your life, let them outride

Submitted: Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Edited: Thursday, July 18, 2013

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  • Dave Walker (7/17/2013 10:27:00 AM)

    There will be always people like this. They just don't like
    anyone getting on in life. A great poem. (Report) Reply

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