Audrey Heller

(2/28/32 / Bronx, New York/ Now residing in Florida)

The Same Old Song


There are those we know, who
always think, they're right and
never wrong. It doesn't matter
what you say, they refuse to go
along. No matter what you say,
they'll never agree, which is
pretty hard to take. To their way
of thinking, they never, make a
mistake. You can tell them a
color is black and they'll tell you
it's white. They're so very
stubborn, they refuse, to give in.
It's like knocking your head
against a wall, as you're just not
going, to win. I wonder if they
realize, the frustration, they afflict
on others, always having to prove,
they're never wrong. As for me, I'm
really tired, of hearing that same,
old song!

Submitted: Wednesday, August 20, 2008

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