Let your speach be your bliss

I opened my mouth in spite the other day
Regret my despicable words
Speech not even fit for Grima Wormtongue
Should be tossed out with the turds

My father low his head would be lowered
For that is not the son he raised
To be kind to even those not receptive
Tread gentle for all your days

Really says more about my demons
Then the attributes of the one I attacked
Not passing for constructive critiques
Yet once spoken so hard to get back

So that coach whose words are time tested golden
Searing wisdom we all should share
Kindness need not be sacrificed for ambition
Any impulse just tossed in the air

There is a time for reaction to others
In which reflection need not be the case
But in presenting yourself to others
Let not venom control what they face

For a scar that another has inflicted
Should not be on top of raw hate
Left festering in blackened embers
For too heavy is all of that weight