The Sea And The Hills

Poem By Rudyard Kipling

There is really nothing gained,
In the hopes of a rain storm to pour
Down on someone's parade.
Or maintaining a jealousy perfected...
Behind a charading façade,
No one suspects or perceives as odd.
Unless someone becomes offended,
By acts of a friendship pretended!
And the cheering from the sidelines sent...
Are clearly boos instead of ahs that are meant.

There is nothing really to critique.
When another sweats to unseat defeat.
Applause should be open and not discreet.
When a true wish of happiness is felt for one deep.

There is so much to be learned,
By the success that some achieve.
If we prepared to share and care
To receive lessons taught...
Instead of finding ways to help them bleed.

With a disrespect abundantly given.
That displays a rejection with envy to leave!
Hoping lots of boos instead of ahs that are meant,
Are loudly heard over accolades retrieved!

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