Looking down one's nose
Attracts anger and quarrel;
Good view without disdain
leads one to live so well.
Unpleasant and insulting eyes
Never see their own spot;
Arrogance toward something
Makes one lose a lot.
Seeing something in a nice way
Opens the door for harmony;
Using sight in better perspective
Oftentimes brings beauty.
To gaze into an appearance
One needs not a blank stare;
He may even take a glance
And his eyes will still care.
Strongly agree with you. :) A clever write, quiet deep yet absolutely true. Thanks, Bernard... A 10 for you.
Thanks, CHE... This poem is actually an acrostic one, LAGUNA SOUTH.... By the way, your important vote was not submitted due to weak internet connection..... haaaaaistttt.... hahaha
Thanks, Manonton.... Your visit means so much to me.... I've treasured your comment for more than a year now.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A masterfully crafted poem, sir Bernard.