Stitch This

I was once told that there are two

Types of folk in this world

The ones who leave you safe and warm

And those who leave you cold.

Not cold as in, you just don’t care

No, I mean chilled and hurt

All life leached out because they drain

Your joy by their salt words. 

I see my friend affected thus

Pecked by a ravens beak

Picked up upon with gimlet eye

And gossips thrill to speak.

I find it hard to see this as

I felt the same attack 

But if I may quote that Mr Poe

“nevermore” is now my track…

So no to social bullying 

to those who strike a spark

and no to those who fan the flame

And burn to leave a mark. 

For life is truely much too short

To be upset or cranky

Ignore Those revellers in discord. 

 it’s them not you who’s manky .