Heat And Ice Could Together Dwell Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I may come to feel it but never come to say,
How others feel about what I do...
They have a choice to accept or refuse,
If they choose.

And that depends on what is done.
And if it is done with an intent.
If I am responding to a specific action,
Then what I choose to do is direct and meant.

Oh I can be arrogant and I can be rude.
I can be tempermental and give attitude too.
I can be distant and be cold as hell.
Even though I've never understood how heat and ice,
Could together dwell.

And that depends on what is done.
And if it is done with an intent.
If I am responding to a specific action,
Then what I choose to do is direct and meant.

I may come to feel it but never come to say,
How others feel about what I do...
They have a choice to accept or refuse,
If they choose.

But when I'm pushed to the limit I can freeze and steam.
With a melting to eventually thaw,
To become someone's manipulated putty!
Showing a protective crust although within a soften dough.
And I hate it when its known I just puff to blow smoke.