My nature isn’t curt or terse,
And yet, sometimes, I am.
It’s gracious as the universe
And gentle as a lamb.

But I’ll be in the nicest talk
When out pops some mean quip,
As if I’m on an easy walk
When, all at once, I trip.

I try to simply laugh it off –
Dismiss it with a joke –
Like someone with a hacking cough
Who says, “Hand me a smoke.”

And yet it’s hard to reconcile
The good that’s in me with the vile.

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