I don’t compliment people a whole lot. Part of this is that I tend to find achievements more valuable than inherent ‘being’s–a fault I am (obviously) aware of–for myself and so compliment the things people do rather than the people themselves. The other part of why I don’t compliment people is that I am highly aware of all the possible outcomes of saying any particular thing.
Oh look, another poem. It’s interesting how one can twist the truth in the creation of art.
Silly Little Laugh
Silly little laugh
Is how it likes to say,
“Hello, my friend, it’s me again
Why don’t I come inside?”
It rushes ‘round the space
Knocking things from their place
As if to say, “You don’t need this,
Today we’re going away.”
Though I protest and try my best
The imp won’t be dissuade.
It knows me well, and better yet:
The one inside the picture frame
The one thing left upon the wall
The single thought left undisturbed
Your silly little laugh I heard
Once upon a distant time