Listening to every heart
The Old Mean Lady
Once when I was younger and lean
there was a peer, and she was mean
she was older and thought herself wiser, true
but she had a way of making you become unglued.
If you had done something, then she had done it better
if you did something fine, she was the REAL go-getter!
If you had gone to Paris, then she had gone to Spain
let me tell you folks, she was something of a pain.
Then one day when I sauntered in to work
she smiled at me with a smirk and a shirk
and said “can it be that you ALWAYS smile?
and aren’t you sad just ONCE in a while?”
Those words really took me aback
for I didn’t think anyone minded my laughter;
when suddenly with insight I saw
what this old crone was really after!
Her jealousy I could now see, it hurt my heart for her
for to be mean and cruel was part of her cure
to bring you to your knees, of that you can be sure
for she wanted everyone to be as insecure.
So for awhile I held my stories and I didn’t smile
and her gloominess made nothing worthwhile
until I couldn’t take any more of her bile
for within me her rhythm did rile.
So finally one day I said to her “My dear
let me make one thing perfectly clear.
I care not for your sadness or your poor state,
for to you, I cannot relate.
“I care not for all your bravado
and that you are the absolute best;
but what I wish for you now
is for you to discontinue being a pest.”
She was aghast that one as young as I
could so calmly and ladylike spit in her eye.
She left me alone after all of that
and with me she would never chat.
But the moral of the story, you see
is that everyone else began to smile, like me!
18 August, 1999
Words will always express our feelings true. ~~~ KRJ
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow