Man Pleasing

Oh, the crowd can’t be pleased, nor the members thereof,

For what one will call hatred, another calls love.

Oh, the crowd can’t be pleased, nor the members thereof,
For what one will call hatred, another calls love.

Though on pointing of fingers all seem to agree,
The direction of pointing quite varied may be.

There are some who’ll accuse you of bibbing the wine,
While some others reproach your refusing to dine.

There are those who’ll expect you to dance when they sing,
And yet others who think that to mourn is the thing.

If you don’t go along with their every whim,
Then your chances of honor are certainly slim.

If once honor’s achieved, it will swiftly be past,
For the praises of men are not likely to last.

My advice then to you, that I hope you will take,
Is the pleasing of men to completely forsake.

September 16, 2007

Nita Brainard