Like a belligerent badger
Or a dog with a bone
Angry at the world
You build your wall of stone
Standing at the back door
When gifts were handed out
Temper was the one you received
Learning to scream and shout
Driving people away
who just want to be kind
They rarely stay long
In fear of your mind
It is sad to know
you’ll end up a lonely old man
No one will want you
They run away as fast as they can
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Photo by Donald Teel on Unsplash
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A sad situation to be sure, beautifully penned!!!
Thanks so much 🙂💕
this was my father – I told him if Mom died first, he’d be a lonely man. He died first, thank goodness for all.
Yes that must have been a blessing. I know someone like this – a woman 😐
Yes. My mom is a sweetie. We often say how lucky we are that she hung on.
I’m happy for you. 🙂 moms are special
Great write, Christine!
Thank you my dear friend 🙂💕
hey I didn’t know you knew Brutus … where did you get his photo?
Lol! Maybe we all know Brutus 🙂
this is Brutus
Oh you were serious! I had no idea. There is a guy out there just like that! Brutus sounds a little sweeter though 🙂
I just used the prompts and came up with the poem. The photo was on Unsplash.
lol will pass this link onto him, he will hopefully see the humour … but the resemblance is uncanny 🙂
Yes! What a coincidence! 🙂
he will see the humour!
🤣 Hope so!
lol we will soon know, sent him the link 🙂
A very good poem. Yes our inner anger drives the ones we love, away.
Thanks! So true Sadje.