Treasure Island

Vera Sidhwa


Smile and Slap


When I smiled at you, you slapped me.
I wondered at you, what a way to be.
I never knew that this could be.
And in me I wanted to slap you too.

However, it seemed that the ravaged,
Warrior had slaps inside of him too.
A plethora of insults fuming in you too.
But you took it out on me.

It seems to me that if I slapped you back.
There may be in my wisdom a lot to lack.
It would seem in my wisdom, I would be on the wrong track.
But I didn't care either way.

What I wanted to tell him, I rather not say.

Submitted: Friday, October 25, 2013
Edited: Saturday, October 26, 2013

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  • Hans Vr (11/20/2013 4:19:00 AM)

    Putting wisdom before the urge to revenge is a great thing to do.
    One great teacher urged us to give the other cheek... (Report) Reply

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