He lies; he cheats
He robs and steals
He hides it well
I’d never have guessed
He slaps; he wounds
He attacks and maligns
No thought for another
Well, he had me fooled
No regret; no apology
No sorrow nor remorse
He’s morally vacant
His approach is stealthy
No love; no care
No hug or affection
Cold-hearted indeed
I am shocked to the core.
* This character bears no relation to the individual spoken of in ‘Oh, What a Tangled Weave We Weave’
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Author: Ellie Thompson
Writing my memoirs, musings, a little fiction and a lot of poetry as a way of exploring and making the most of my life ...
... Having had a break from writing my blog for more than three years, I decided to return to write my memoirs, some day-to-day observations, views and feelings. My passion is non-fiction poetry. I have a disability and use an electric powerchair called Alfie and let nothing get in the way of living life to the full.
I believe that you can never do a kindness too soon and should give credit where credit is due. A smile or a kind word could make the difference between a good or bad day for a person - we never know what's going on for another soul. Those little things, perhaps, practised daily like a mantra, could mean so much to someone else.
Thank you for visiting my blog and reading a little more about me. Please, make yourself at home here. You are very welcome. Ellie x 😊
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Great job Ellie! Very well done on writing this. XX