Peddlers
a poem about eavesdroppers and nosy bodies
Here you are again,
peddling for attention,
dropping in your two-cent opinion
in an expensive-for-you conversation.
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You don't know the story.
You just want a bit of the glory.
You're counting your advice like inventory
like you need to add it to your history.
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Hopefully you learn to butt out soon,
because none of us are immune
to the power of a hurtful tune,
ripping through the soul like a monsoon.
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Now I don't mean to be rude,
but you don't have to make it a goal to intrude.
So this is what I conclude:
Not everything you hear needs to be pursued.
About the Creator
Alexandria Stanwyck
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Comments (3)
Amen!
You don’t know the story… lived that stanza and the entire poem!! 🤔 hmmm, who should see this? 😜 Many!
Beautiful thoughts!😊