Gossip
by Harmony Conjurske
I told a little tale
About a certain one,
Yet really not the same,
To make it sound more fun.
I didn't realize
I said what wasn't true,
And little did I know
Of what my words might do.
My friend, she told it too,
A bit more talented,
Not careful to repeat
The words that I had said.
And then my friends told friends,
Each one in their own way.
The story quickly changed,
As told from day to day.
To change a thought or phrase,
Or add another word --
They didn't think to say
Exactly what they heard.
And then I heard it too,
As it came back to me.
Yet nothing now the same,
And, oh, so differently!
I listened with great shame,
As my friends were very bold.
There was no truth at all
Oh, I like this poem so very much!! I see you have a poetical influence on your friends. This is a sad truth that we all need to beware of. It is too easy to recount a happening...I usually tell it about myself and I sure make it sound more fun than it was when it actually happened. If we are telling our story about someone else, we need to be ever-so-careful and probably not tell the story at all!!
ReplyDeleteI have been sorely missing you, Nita, so it was so sweet to find you linked up with me last week over at WholeHearted Home Wednesdays. I hope to hear from you soon.