'Don't play me'
Mmmmm....He wondered
He pondered
He was not liked much in his life
Wherever he went he was disliked
Some said he was brusque
Domineering
A little impatient
When he spoke he shot from the hip
Quick draw fire with ire
The result is he had few friends
All his life it had been a trend
The few he had, though, were good
They understood
He meant well
His mind rang a bell
When someone wasted his time
And took him on a fools errand
He would say
'I don't call for folks to like me'
'Just to pay me'
'Not to play me'
'Don't play me'
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Even if less friend but good is gem....no one is playing with you....just they don't match your taste