When Disrespect Echoes Through Time

 

More than 100 years later the Disrespect still echoes, lingers and hoovers like smoke intertwined   with stale ale, It could be an obvious  finger pointing or a recurring clandestine reverberating whisper that fades into oblivion through the night, On the flip side a disrespectful acquaintance grins and  gloats with a toast, while he plays poke, sneak  and hide  and converses in circles and not with his eyes, A weakling at best.    Those are reasons  that make me Wiser, Cleverer, and Tougher,   "As I thrive and dive into the Universe with a Positive Attitude and Smile, I leave Negativity and Betrayal in the dust, as it slowly crumbles to rust."   

Author Alfred Guajardo                                                                                                                                    Al the Green Rain Train                                                                                                                                    Al's Poem Zone  

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