[Empathy .... or the lack of it!]
Red ones .... green ones ..... purple and blue
Red ones .... green ones ..... purple and blue
white ones .... black ones .... beans of all hue
My daughter loves em all
They're sweet .... crunchy .... soft and munchy
they melt in your mouth with such delight
They always go down without even a fight
She wants em! There's no doubt
she shreds the packet ... total rout!
Which colour next?
"That one!" says she
as she pounces and grabs
The funny thing is that
there's just one colour she disdains
It's the black ones ... all aniseed and licorice
All her short life it's been the same
But today everything has changed
It's the black ones she wants
and the others are left
What a fickle thing she is.....
.... and so are we
We change our mind .... our desires ....
with never a thought about why.....
or how the change will affect others.
Oh would some power
the giftie gie us
to see ourselves
as other see us
or.....
Oh would some power
the giftie gie us
to feel another's heart
as we feel our own
© Ian Croft January 2019
© Ian Croft January 2019
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