Some very rude people show no consideration for other people. A rude man, living in our apartment complex, said it is, "not my problem," twice when I thought I left my keys in the library/business office.
I wonder if he voted for Trump? The following poem is dedicated to him.
Hey! Hey! What would you say? If the world brought some problems your way?
Not only is he listening to the audio volume of the computer way too loud.
His rudeness would stand out in any crowd.
I thought I left my keys in this very room! "It is not my problem," twice he did say.
I decided to preserve his comments for posterity. I was not rude to him in return. Many lessons
in the game of life, we both need to learn.
Since I am supposed to be a born-again Christian. It is my solemn duty to forgive him.
I also need to ask Jesus Christ for forgiveness. It is only right. He gave me his
free gift of eternal life.
Love as always,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 54/ October Country
October 15, 2017
poetry 111/3385
