I have a friend who is incredibly fickle
Who even with a feather would be hard pressed to tickle?
Changes like the weather her want and her like
But put her on the stage in front of a mic –
In a few seconds flat she’d have the place in a spin
How to explain it not even she knows where to begin
But then again we all have different ways of expressing how we behave
Some of us are introverts while others love to rave
It would be a sad world I guess if we were all of a similar mind
There’s no doubt but it would be a case of the blind leading the blind
Thankfully we all have a mind of our own
That the one flew over the cuckoos nest syndrome that bird has already flown
We are all born with a special gift
Sometimes unknown to ourselves we use it and give someone a lift
You will know when it happens that is for certain
You definitely will not have to wait for the final curtain
It may be a curt reply or simply a broad smile
Perhaps a thank you, but be quite assured they will not you beguile
I try to follow the ethic of it is nice to be nice
But realise that my philosophy with some will cut no ice
Attitudes of others may not always be acceptable
Then again I challenge myself as to what I can bring to the table
Two wrongs never made a right that is a proven fact
So I must sit myself down learn the real meaning of the word tact
Far from this I started out when I began this poem
Must think twice in future before allowing the mind to roam
It’s true indeed when they say the pen is mightier than sword
But the truth is not always found in the written word.
C. J. Black
9th April 2013
