Losing It. - Poem by Fay Slimm
I'd be foolish if I was contented
With continually losing my cool.
Anger or pure irritation
With an inflamatory situation
Will only give access to patent
Behaviour that knows no rule.
Vaunting my temper or losing my head
When the circumstance seems to imply
That offence needs to be taken,
I can boil, storm or raile, but do the most harm
To myself - then I wonder why.!
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