Aged passion equals gripe


Aged passion equals gripe

Maybe it’s age

Maybe a change from being kind

Or just being tired of being frustrated

Guess the rose colored glasses fall off

Vinegar never can be attractive

Honey though can be very invigorating

Deal with many find lots of bitterness

We all know of simpler times

Trust even with strangers

Case may be the reason for anger in others

Still the good outweigh the misled

Mind the words

“We the People”

This isn’t I the person

Rights all share benefit of the doubt is touched upon

Give respect and eventually it comes to all

Rant is a high passion is bless us all

Aged passion equals gripe


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