I don’t know why good people wish <br />to act as though they’re bad, <br />and why you see the bad ones fish <br />for compliments, so glad <br />to be considered better than <br />they really are. All blunder <br />and live a life they do not plan. <br />Why is this so, I wonder? <br />Does goodness for the good count less <br />than badness they esteem, <br />and if bad people hate the mess <br />they make why do they seem <br />unwilling to exchange their roles, <br />the bad ones with the good, <br />and aren’t the good ones being fools <br />by doing what they should? <br /> <br />10/15/97<br /><br />gershon hepner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/good-people-4/
