Calvary painted love's picture for me.

 

 

Ambiguous, of mixed thoughts or of feelings

Some of the time, my senses are reeling

Then, just when I feel I have figured friends out

I change my mind and think they are louts.

 

What in heaven's name do I say

To the thoughts that come heading my way

Do I proceed; lay all on the line

Risking my feelings, time after time?

 

Do I let those sleeping dogs lie

Or bark and scratch,  picking a fight?

It's the most stimulating thing, to my mind

And fascinating too, in most ways, that I find.

 

I think that to live and let live is the best

But not just to jump at friends' merest  requests

To do the bidding of these folks with no fight

Would be totally boring, just not quite right.

 

So I'll continue right down the path that I chose

Being the me they think that they know

Giving what's given in good measure, right back

And not letting up, or becoming slack

 

'Cause this is what keeps us coming for mo'

Friction is what makes a pearl grow;

Turn on that pc and go to Mindsay

How are my friends intriguing today?

 

Whether it be "Utube", or simple words

From the Bible to which one referred

If one talks of his spouse or of talks with the shrink

Each and every blog makes me think. 

 

So I'll give them some slack, if for one day or two

And then hit them with something that will set them off too

We'll talk and we'll argue for that is our method

For who likes a cup of tea that is tepid?