Sunday, March 25, 2018

Unkind

Short tempered, stingy handed; still, I never thought myself unkind.  Small souled, that was a self I couldn't see.  In these years, I try to smile a little warmer and put a few extra dollars in the tip jar.  As if there is such a thing as making up for.

For Poetry Pantry at Poets United

12 comments:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Our souls do grow over time. That is the journey. I love putting more coins in the tip jar. I think we need some people to put more coins in ours. Smiles.

Donna said...

Sometimes when we look at the shadow side of ourselves we judge too harshly....I agree with Sherry, our souls do grow over time as we change and grow into our true whole selves.

Donna@LivingFromHappiness

brudberg said...

Love this, how much I recognize myself in your end.

annell said...

No, no matter the regret. The past is as sure as written in stone, there is not changing it. Still we can learn.

Mary said...

We can't change the past, but we CAN do better in the present! I always appreciate such truthful words.

R.K. Garon said...

Yes...
ZQ

Sanaa Rizvi said...

We tend to grow with time.. become softer and more kind.. Wonderfully introspective write.

ayala said...

We change...we evolve..this is life.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

I think it is good to learn from our mistakes ... and also to forgive ourselves for them. (But yes, they can be damned disconcerting when first – finally – perceived.)

Sioux Roslawski said...

"Small souled" is quite a gem.

If you are small-souled, what is our president? Non-existent soul?

Neeraj Khanka said...

Time and experience does changes us...

Fireblossom said...

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