so much can happen
in two weeks and counting.
an alter ego
or two might appear.
funny to think how brief my
memory can be.
one can knock me down,
act disrespectful,
and yet I forgive.
in the darkest hour
if someone is in need:
Good Samaritan
steps in and takes charge.
Most frends will think I’ve gone mad
if they knew the words
that sometimes spill out
without thought of consequence:
willingly risk all.
it is my mother
speaking through every action:
honor your promise.
but what if it was
a mistaken promise
made in haste? what then?
all those words spoken
are much harder to retract,
when pride shows itself.
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