August 22, 2017Poem

You would tell me

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You would tell me

Without question

No retreat

For an easy life

No agreement

For the sake of peace

Nothing left unsaid

When to stay silent

Would be to agree

Tacitly with something

Less than perfect

Discomfort me

Twinkle toes are better when

Exercised with

Dedication

To the truth

You kept me on them

Though care was always

Taken to sugar the pill

When unconvinced

Of an outcome

You would find a way

To say it

An honest expression

In good conscience

With generosity of spirit

No mean bone

Is a godsend

In the end

Before the naysayers

Have their way

To nitpick

Only the best

Will be good enough

I am still grateful

You thought that of me

Even for a short while

I can even hear you now

It makes me smile.