Did one’s mistake just drop a dime in foolish words on open line and in example of not so kind did yea use switch to be unkind?

‘Tis weak a word, describes perturbed at overhearing such things obscured, and in refrain’s abstained insane what afterwords might help explain?

One might ask of values trashed what’s the point to friends in past, if age old friend can just ignore the unkind words at seat of core and slips of tongue from such deplore?

In word’s perturbs t’were so absurd what friend would spew such spates of hate and how could friend defend thy ends that closes door and locks thy gate?

Shall truth be known in day’s invests ’bout one who’d tried to do their best or will yea life portray a sway that turns thee head to look away?

History notes provides thy quotes ’bout all the times invites just choked, offered rides upon a boat and visits with cigars to smoke…

Recount thy times that yea forgot your old time friend’s invites of not, and tally times of rare yea shows to all invites where yea said no!

As struggles juggles cause mind to tremble it’s nice to help a friend in trouble but some will fail to aid avails by leaving chance to heads or tails…

In flip of coin what’s lost to toss ‘n chance that’s left to careless flares, inviting rage instead of sage by slapping outreached hands engaged?

For what’s to gain from lax refrain in flexing might of Lion’s mane, in bold faced font thy words of taunt shall only add to one-day’s haunts…

Know of insults to yea bro and think he needs to let it go, yet words had come from mind’s descent to place far down below repent.

In measured worth and width of girth a friend is scaled by gifted words and time’s invest ‘n laughs in jest affording proof of all the best!

Instead of offering bruising words that crush one’s heart with such perturbed and peeling back that soul turned black that ushered in such hate’s attack…

Think again my friend, ’tis chance at life that’s not pretend, our words and deeds should not impede by having friends who commit such sins…

Step back and track thy word’s attack and come to cut a friend some slack, ‘cuz truth be known in aged we’re towing all acts that weight thy packs…

In burden’s load of all in tow who could guess that old men’s crow, would come to scold a friend of old ’bout things yea said with no regrets.

Take ownership retract thy snaps and put thy brain back on the tracks, there’s no need to make ’em bleed when truth be known one should concede…

Michael Chaffee

4-30-24