The guy was just so snarly, <br />I took to him dislike, <br />the more that he was nasty, <br />the more my tongue would strike, <br /> <br />I struck out in my anger, <br />retaliated words, <br />that could not be unsaid, <br />and could not be unheard, <br /> <br />I didn't know his story, <br />had never tried to find, <br />the reason that this person, <br />was of the snarly kind, <br /> <br />then accidentally did I hear, <br />one day some people spoke, <br />about the snarly person, <br />who was the office joke, <br /> <br />one voice said she had <br />found a clip of paper by his desk, <br />from an old newspaper, <br />his name was in, no less, <br /> <br />survivor of an accident, <br />that took four lives, it said, <br />his wife and his two children, <br />were now amung the dead, <br /> <br />a driver had crossed over, <br />from the other side, <br />the driver had been drinking, <br />that day he also died, <br /> <br />suddenly a sense of shame, <br />filled my heart with dread, <br />I then regretted every <br />unkind word I'd ever said, <br /> <br />I know it's hard to understand, <br />a snarly person's way, <br />or what it is that makes them <br />say the ugly things they say, <br /> <br />but from that day, the lesson that <br />I learned, and keep in mind, <br />it doesn't make the world a better <br />place to be unkind<br /><br />Elizabeth Lindberg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lesson-18/
