Friday, August 6, 2010

Don’t Ask

I understand the impulse to inquire,
Perhaps you don’t realize that it’s generally rude.
Quickly, it’s a topic that I tire,
A dissatisfying response may discourage you to intrude.
Don’t question the scares or the marks on my skin,
Sometimes, the memories are the worst part of life.
I will say, “at work” or “I don’t answer that question,”
Some things are just private, even from family, friends and wife.

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