If everyone gave tit for tat,
Who knows where we would all be at
For every slight that we perceive
Bounced back to make another grieve
Would keep the cycle going ‘til
We finally would have our fill
Which would be never, for to reach
Another’s heart across the breach,
We need a willingness to bend
And then, before we reach the end,
There must be someone waiting there
To take the time and really care.
Until that day, there’ll always be
A lack of opportunity
To work through feelings that arise
When one may, cluelessly, surmise
A disregard and therefore, that
Will cause another tit for tat.
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