When you get angry, you hurt
Strangely but that's the truth,
For bitterness does give birth
To resentments as the fruit.
When you get angry, you lose
Disturbing nights, headaches
And lost appetites are the dues
That Anger and grudges take.
When you get angry, you wrinkle
Like a dried prune shriveling
Lines multiply, become noticeable
And before you know it, you're aging!
So friend, be angry for a moment
Go ahead and say your point
Then arthritis won't be your ailment
And no pains will plague your joints.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Anger is so desteructive to both self Nd others - excellent write, love the rhyme scheme.