Uncle Bob's Words

Words, poetry, stuff like that

It was a glancing blow

It was a glancing blow

To my ego.

I am

Not hurt.

 

Criticism meant well

Does no damage

To me

At all.

 

Indifference, now that’s

A knife thrust in

My heart.

Poor thing.

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