If someone’s voice drives you insane,
And their complaints fall like the rain,
If their habits twist your grin,
And their laugh feels like a din—
Remember once, not long ago,
Your own quirks stole the show.
Your hum off-key, your scattered socks,
Your jokes that tick-tocked like a clock.
The way you chew, the way you snore,
The stories you re-tell once more,
Your nervous twitch, your wobbly dance,
Your odd responses to a chance—
Oh yes, my friend, it’s good to see,
Some days we’re nutty, wild, and free.
So when someone drives you up a tree,
You’re just their mirror. Aren’t we lucky?
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gray0328 (
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A great message of tolerance in this poem Gray and for that a fave
Who me? I'm perfect in every way............................................................ Denial is my only option; too much truth there.
I hear you Dave denial works until it doesn't. Thank You for sharing your feedback I appreciate it
You've got that right.
Take it easy.
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