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Question: Comment on a twist of the "Golden Rule"!?
Golden Rule
On walkabout downtown last night
in my routine search for peace
there standing at street corner
upon a box
young preacher man declared,
"Do unto others as you would
have them do unto you!."
With a shrug
figured what the heck
I'd make his rule my decree!.
Came upon man asleep in street
preacher man's voice
spoke still in my head
I nudged the drunk to awaken him
maybe offer some help
he startled and stretched
wiped fresh spittle from mouth
"What the hell you do that for!?"
he groaned, crusted eyes still closed
I asked him if there was anything
I could do to help his plight!.
"Betty, get over here and keep me
warm, I want to smell your hair,"
he mumbled, reaching for nothing,
pulling it near
smile upon his face, he cuddled up,
mouth agape, soundly returned
to his world, mad wonderland!.
A tap upon shoulder took me aback
turned to see preacher man there
"Why did you do nothing to help
that poor delirious drunk!?"
"You said to treat others as
you would want to be treated,"
my defensive reply
"I left him exactly as he was
he's found a better place
than I!. If I ever reach such
blissful oblivion, that's exactly
what I would ask of you!."Www@QuestionHome@Com
Best Answer - Chosen by Asker:
How sad that we cannot all be left in the land of peace so many of us crave Sue!.!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
You were all he needed,
to remind him to remember!.
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As the 5:15 screams through,
the madman stands waving, jumping wildly,
blowing kisses to black dust clouds!.
Down, tracking the past, he leans back,
in a crumpled mass of loss,
heart slamming the cold tile wall,
he slumps!.
And from the crusted corner of worn lips,
a smile bleeds through, as he remembers!.
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Sometimes it is best to leave well alone until someone asks!.This was very thought-provoking and made me think of what i'm like when i have a problem which i like to work out myself and if i can't is when i ask for help!.
I think jack has a couple of things i'd like to scratch with sandpaper,lol! (He's nuts!)Www@QuestionHome@Com
So!.!.!.!.did you have a point!? You woke up a drunk and he was blissful in his delirium so you left him be because you would want to be left alone in your delirium!?
It's very hard to type while I'm scratching my head!. Maybe if you made it rhyme you could get it printed on a plate and sell it to religious nuts!. There is nothing too corny for them!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
The message in this poem is clear: give the person what he needs, not what YOU think he needs!.
The trick is in determining how the doer unto can know what the doee unto actually needs or wants!.
(I don't much care for Jack's tone either)!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
Not only did I get your point, I saw your point!.
Honestly, I learned in my years as a medic, sometimes, no matter how much YOU think a person needs your help!.!.
they don't!. They don't want it either!.
And sometimes!.!. they are the ones who are right!.
Well done!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
Yes I would agree!.!.
If it were me!.!.!. I would be rather upset if you woke me up!.!.!.
However I was totally unprepared for Betty to step in and save the day!.!. Oblivion!.!. take me away!.!. (Calgone!?)
You get better and better and I cannot keep up!.!.!.!. Www@QuestionHome@Com
Had to block Jack, didn't like his tone!.!.!.
This delivers many messages for me!.
It does not force the reader to side with a character; merely to hear their voice!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
Excellent juxtaposition!.!.!.wow, now I have something to think about, much and much thinking!. Thank you, my dear!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
Live and let live!. All the poor man needed was some warmth!. Well, you can't win them all!. Well done, Sue!Www@QuestionHome@Com
damned if you do
damned if you don'tWww@QuestionHome@Com
When on the horns of a dilemma, cover your donkey I always say!
Well posed!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
That's what I would like also!. Leave me in peace!. ?Www@QuestionHome@Com
These days, dear Ma Sue - I make little or no comment on any poetry which is posted!. It is not the poet posting his or her work which I'd judge positively or negatively or even neutrally which holds me quiet, or making no comment!. It is my own present state of mind which prevents me from exposing my own poetry to the public!. I used to, but very very seldom, did I indeed!. I always feel it is like flaying my own flesh and turning it inside out, for others to inspect!.
I haven't the interest to expose what is so privately and very often PAINFULLY mine!.
Therefore I have developed a rather very odd block to even reading into interpreting for myself, another's poetry!. The words become a jumble before my eyes, no matter how exemplary, and I, if I'd comment would HARDLY be just!.
So if I can not respect someone's work because it becomes a puzzle to resistant eyes, I'd best remain comment-less!.
It is not personal to anyone!. It is a transitional period for me, from some yet to be discovered necessity!Www@QuestionHome@Com