Why Do We Treat Our Loved Ones The Worst Poem by Patti Masterman

Why do we treat our loved ones the worst,
Reserving kind words and looks for guests;
But for the one who knows us best,
We are taciturn and impatient; terse.

Why take only our foul moods home,
Instead of letting them see our joy;
To the outer world we’re prim and coy,
But beside our own, often turn to stone.

The world exacts it's toil on being;
Keeping a pleasant face’s an act,
Taking our extra energy, for fact,
But who knows the truth of what it's seeing?

Those ones you're striving so to impress
Forget you, soon as the door slams shut;
And scarce could remember your name, if but-
For money or favors; or even less.

Someday you must bid goodbye your love
And one of you goes home, all alone,
And sits alone, while they turn to bone-
Don't slip your heart into a glove.

Be present with them, while you have the chance,
And do the small things, you know they adore,
And you'll have some sweet memories to store-
But the others won't save one single glance.