Some people have mastered the art of sparring gracefully not falling apart, launching cruel words hastily. I aspire to be that one so attuned as to be the adult one in the room yet some days and in some ways I find that I too, seemingly bereft of mind even if momentarily so, from my mouth crammed with words, insanity explodes. Oh, to reign in the tongue, and proceed cautiously is to master the art of sparring gracefully. Follow: FB, Instagram, Twitter: WVPoetrygirl
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Very well put. (Hanging my head) while I am improving as I age, gracefully is certainly not my forte.
We learn as we age (or let’s hope so!) Time makes us wiser, but that knowledge not there when you’re young. I guess it’s the old adage of you ‘catch more flies with sugar than vinegar’ or something like that….rage does nothing but alienate, so a quiet response is always the wiser….sometimes we just can’t help it though. (Do not go gentle into that good night…rage, rage, against the dying of the light)