Leave Manila at 5: 00 A.M.?
I agreed.
All of you couldn't make it
even at seven
I said not a word.
You went North
when I had directed South
straight, when I said 'left'
lines became circles
and circles became lines
others would have screamed.
Time for you to drink
from my cup of
tolerance.
(5: 53 to 5: 54 P.M.)
(24 April 2007)
Joscephine - you've captured in a minute what life is all about! Fabulous... Rgds, Ivan
Firmly and cleverly written. So many of us feel your pain. Tolerance often has to kick in when respect is not reciprocal.
More civility and tolerance is needed in this world of ours. Excellent write, Joscephine. Warmest regards, Sandra
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WOW, Your writings flow so coherent and alive. Thank you for the teachings.