Prism
“The ultimate test of a relationship is to disagree but to hold hands.”
– Alexandra Penney
Filter everything he says through a prism
Knowing he loves and truly cares for you.
Then between you, there’d never be a chasm
Even if his words sometimes make you blue!
Sadly, he was born politically incorrect
His words may be harsh, his actions rude
But deep in his heart, he means no disrespect
More often than he’d like, he’s misconstrued
Don’t look at him with rose-colored lenses
Rather, grant him the benefit of the doubt
Often, he’s quick, before he comes to his senses
He says things, and mean-spirited it comes out
Rough around the edges, that’s who he is
Careless, clueless, uncivil he may be
But he’s safe, just like a lamb, harmless
Hoping to see you, tears and sadness-free
Please filter what he says through a prism
If he sounds unkind, know that he is not
If his words are cruel, please forgive him
If he ever hurt you—aye! Perish the thought!
09-28-2024
© Vic Evora
A poem from 9 years ago, resurrected from deep slumber, few revisions.
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