Be not the friend that says, well... what about me.
Be not the lover that says, so long to you my friend.
Be not the student that says, I have no time to study.
Be not the time that has no more to others of patience.
Be not the storms wind that crushes all friends dreams.
Be not the words that carry sorrows of hate and ridicule
Be not the sneers resting beneath the gray skies of the old
Be not the passion that dies, of dreams left out in the storm
Be not the selfish spiteful hate that ruins all friendships
Be not the hurtful tears that fall upon thy mothers face.
Linda Bates Terrell
Written © July 23, 2013