Losing It. Poem by Fay Slimm
Losing It.
I'd be foolish if I was contented
With continually losing my cool.
Anger or pure irritation
With an inflamatory situation
Will only give access to patent
Behaviour that knows no rule.
Vaunting my temper or losing my head
When the circumstance seems to imply
That offence needs to be taken,
I can boil, storm or raile, but do the most harm
To myself - then I wonder why.!
Hi Fay. I often wonder why. and it would be so easy to loose it, but I usually stop myself before I do. well done Regards Dave T
hold your grip...it's natural to be angry sometimes but not all the time...that needs anger management... Ency Bearis
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/27/2024 10:22:19 AM # 1.0.0.1119
How I wish more people could see the reality that you express in that anger harboured only hurts the one harbouring it: I've seen people almost emotionally and physically crippled by it because, dog with a bone, they can't let go. Somehow in there there is a lot more to be said: what makes some see it, understand, and able to let things dropp and others want to hang on to the bitter (and it often is bitter) end...? I don't know, is it nature, nurture, personality, values, perspective, education, experience, the ability to be honest with onesself: what.....................? You've got me thinking - and that (for me anyway) is almost always the sign of a great piece of stimulus, so thanks! Regards, Tony