angry words hurt me
a look of contempt displeases me
a door mat I am not
yet I am considered to be
what makes me hold on
and continue the game of life
is patience and love
which gives me sanity
I shall stoop not
but try to stand above
those who stoop low to deride others
a high and mighty attitude is what destroys relationships
smile and forgive
God will take care of the rest.
Good poem Anna :)
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