The initial inspiration for this write was from another poet who took the first and last lines from someone else’s poem and then wrote their own words between. The bolded, first and final lines are from Matthew Maitland, but his poem is no longer available.
Keep guard over your perceptions It’s not a small thing you’re protecting Don’t sell out to simple deceptions It’s your peace of mind you’re respecting
The king attends to honour and health While the tyrant overindulges their wealth Can you counter the many temptations That gather to trouble your foundations?
Everyone upset all the time as words get minced and mashed; Another revision to refine or run the risk of being trashed.
Every reader, now faint of heart, words launched must be landed soft; Dangers highlighted at the start, a moral duty held aloft.
Let’s coddle the kids in cotton though there’s never been less to fear; Let the grandma’s not be forgotten, it’s a wonder they ever made it here!
How can the word be defended? Let loose it’s power, unrestrained; Must we always be offended and finding others to be blamed?
This is not a world of roses; When there’s no words left to teach, so the ideal one supposes suddenly becomes out of reach.
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:
Anger Is Bad Fuel
Around the angry fire, everyone is upset Every bitter word is difficult to forget But that habit is too great a burden to bear Setting fire to yourself leads further to despair