I Can't Help It

I Can’t Help It

Recall those clever jokes we’d play;
only on our closest of friends?
It often was a fun way to pass each day;
and then, later on, make amends.

Wisdom comes later; with time passing;
as I see the sad look on her face;
I’ve found my friend is no longer laughing;
my remarks were clearly poor taste.

Why must I become such a terrible host;
I pray to the Father above;
It seems I hurt the ones I love most;
vacating true passions of love.

Much of my life; I’d say the wrong thing;
hiding true feelings inside;
I’ve become aloof; more like a king;
do I have something to hide?

It seems anymore, I just can’t help it;
I say things; I’d like to take back;
instead of speaking; I should just zip it;
not allowing my words to attack.

We should only speak love; and never hate;
and not make fun of each other;
perhaps even you, can identify; and relate;
everyone is a sister or brother.

Words come from thoughts on our mind;
before speaking; count up to seven;
but I can’t help it; it’s how I’m inclinded;
it’s why I’m not yet ready for heaven.

Monty 10/26/23. # 1,835