Offence Poem by Paul Reed
Offence
Not for me, to take offence
The lips curled at some pretence,
My path forward is straight and true
No time to analyse you;
How rigid that mind is set
To sample others with regret,
Time wasted that could be spent
To more positive thoughts be lent;
What exquisite finery, so deftly woven
Cannot be unravelled and disproven,
And far from wrapping, fully-clothed
Left naked, and to the truth betrothed.
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4/26/2024 1:24:25 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Sort of a philosophical write. Very nice.