Sensitivity
Each person living has a unique proclivity;
taking them wherever they need go;
each, been given a measure of sensitivity;
depending upon what’s needed to grow.
Some become sensitive to what others need;
love neath the surface, becomes their guide;
others become subtlely motivated by greed;
placing all sensitivity aside.
The vast majority, lie somewhere in-between;
the ones who remain in the background;
believing it’s better to be heard; than seen;
if you need them; they’re never around.
Many often display most arrogant attitudes;
staring, as tho you’re wearing no clothes;
all their advice, consists of mere platitudes;
their superior nature, they wish to impose.
The most insensive, throughout the land,
are those, to whom ignorance lays claim;
stupidity, they display, upon command;
even, sometimes, giving God the blame.
Words are actually communication’s tools;
used to soothe or inflame another;
choosing the wrong word is an act of fools;
applying a sledgehammer to a lover.
Consider the scene in the act of nativity;
portraying perfection; come from above;
every word demands thought’s sensitivity;
for, all words, enunciate our love.
Monty 12/23/22. # 1,389