Crow's Feet

poem

I smile 
it shows on my face

for you it's old age
too much
for most to handle

They call it words
attributes accompanied by failure

If I'm kind to you
it's only because I've always been.
What's there you cannot handle?

I find your flaws
incompetence 

for you it's weakness
too much
for you to deal with

They call it stupid
and think it weak

It's the confident ones
who always fill the air
with nonsense speak. 

Photo by Kenny Eliason on Unsplash

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