Growing Up is not Easy
Like children, to point out the wrong, so willing,
Why was it we presumed to know,
To pick out the victim and the villain,
And rest assured our inference was so?
Enough to know our own success and shortfall,
And, even to determine which is which.
Shame-faced, learn not to be one who reports all,
A tiny step toward wisdom we grow rich.
How satisfying, avoiding, through experience,
Speaking out judgmental words we canít take back,
Blessed with grace from God and common sense,
Giving, as though our place to do, a little slack.
©07/22/2011 Carol Morfitt