Must Be Ruff! Poem by Barry Van Allen

When in the middle of the night,
you are upright in your bed,
over something that you may have said,
... forgive yourself a little.

You know you didn't mean it,
when you said he was a piece of - - -
... like I said,
you didn't mean it.

Everyone gets angry,
and it is best to hold your temper,
perhaps, it's best that we remember,
that perfection is a burden,
and it's a blessing,
that so few of you must carry it!