The fool sits with his silly grin
As we go through our daily din
Although in this there is no sin
He sees life’s hypocrisy and lies
But he doesn’t criticize
He’s far too wise
So he just sits and smiles
Taking us in with all his wiles
And thus society he riles
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Author:
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Offline) - Published: April 18th, 2022 06:13
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I know this person
recognise those self-serving
traits
in so many people's, indifferent gaze
but most of all, I recognise
that glint, I've known my whole life
in that mirror reflection
I tend, to pretend
doesn't greet, every morning
knowingly, judging
ever-so silently..
(great write, dear poet
so many levels you touch upon)
thank you!
Thank you so much for your welcome comments. I appreciate you taking your time to review this always good to hear from you.
The one not doing. The observer idly spending life annoying others. I love your works. Very well done.
Thank you so much for your review Rocky it is the one that does not conform or go along that irritates. Thanks for the comment.
Excellently penned
like who is the pschyco now eh?!
great work poet 👌
Thank you so much for your review and kind comments
Hmm fool or wise? I look at the trees and consider all they have seen in their long life and they sway nonchelantly. Immoveable presence. Are they wise or just a dumb life we overlook. What can we learn from these fool like trees.
Being around a tree or trees can teach a spiritual type person much as can the fool.
Maybe I have thought this through long and hard for i have a daughter who some might call a fool. She is merry and smiley and has no living skills, now in her forties she has taught me lots.
Thank you Dusk for your kind words and comments. Excuse the delay
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