What Did You Say? Poem by Pleasant Dabbs

Our minds are always smoking
Not the bad habit, but to come up with a story
About how someone's looks, how they act
It's easy to point to finger at what we see...
A flaw, or we pass on the account we heard about...
Someone we know, or don't know for that matter
We don't know enough to dwell on their good traits
So we point out the ones we can see
Or have heard about
Or muster from our suspicions
Not knowing if they are true or not
Which isn't as important at just getting the word out.
Usually these are marginal traits or things
We also have done
But to make ourselves look better
And to bring in the crowd
We share it in confidence,
Knowing that it will end there. HA!



c aaron