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Do not brag of tomorrow, Because you will never know; About possible sorrow, That another day may show. Let another man praise you, Rather than from your own lips; For pride others might construe, As the poison that one sips. A rock is very heavy, While sand does weigh a lot; As pride will bring on envy, From another that have not. It annoys a stubborn fool, Who is heavier than both; And willing to break a rule, For greed is making them loath. Anger can be very cruel, Fury is overwhelming; Through jealousy of a fool, While tempers start steaming. Better is open rebuke, Than a love that is hidden; It could be gobbledygook, And considered forbidden. Wounds that were made by a friend, Are intended to give aid; They are not made to offend, Nor to make you feel afraid. Any kisses from a foe, Are really too much to bear; Because you never do know, Just how you should then prepare. When full you despise honey, Starvation makes food tastes sweet; As long as you have money, For getting enough to eat. As a bird strays from its nest, Like a man who strays from home; Must explore just what is best, In ways to no longer roam. C Copyright © 2015 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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