civilservant Posted April 24, 2008 Share Posted April 24, 2008 A doormat isn't pretty, They get treated like crap, Then one day something happens, And everything snaps, I won't bow to requests, Or do what I'm asked, It's high time I realised, That's the way you get passed, Although you can support, And be there for them, You also must know, That from you it must stem, A strength and a grace, Is the way I must be, These things I have learned, And I've finally seen, That being this way, Is what I'm working for, 5 or 10 weeks, I'm not really quite sure, One thing is certain, Nice guys finish last, So for the sake of my future, I'll put this guy in my past. Link to comment
Angel_baby Posted April 24, 2008 Share Posted April 24, 2008 Nice! I really liked this poem. 1 Link to comment
karvala Posted April 24, 2008 Share Posted April 24, 2008 Bravo! Superb and well said! 1 Link to comment
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