Some pleasing words Or a warm embrace… A shred of smile On that shallow face… And you think of them As friends; take heed: Measure people not by Words, but deeds. For every battle you lose Most will turn. They will tend to your wounds With false concern. Every war you win Fewer will celebrate. At the sight of your blood, They’ll salivate. They’ll raise you a toast Envenom one cup Of wine, they’ll serve At your victory sup; Whether it be a friend Or a foe, Any guesses to where the Poison will go? Pic credit: image
Nice poem! ☺️👍
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Thanks for reading it 🙂
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This lines are so perfect!
-For every battle you lose
Most will turn.
They will tend to your wounds
With false concern.
Every war you win
Fewer will celebrate.
At the sight of your blood,
They’ll salivate.
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