Friday, January 14, 2011

The First Lesson I Learned

You three older boys
Who chased me down
In Wedgewood park a quarter century ago
You held my arms
Told me open my mouth
Then spat into it
And walked off laughing

You taught me to hate
Injustice and unfairness
To defend myself with tongue and fists
To walk away from fights
But never turn my back on foes
To do the most good I can for others
Without fear of hell or gods

Whatever prison you are in now
Know this
I forgot your faces
But remember your lesson

1 comment:

  1. for me it was a broken finger...but the lessons learned were the same.