This morning I was inspired by the following poem. Just think what a happier world it would be if we all lived this!
Truly great folks never stoop
To answer petty things;
The unkind word, the bitter cut
That rankles deep and stings.
They are too big to notice them,
They simply pass them by,
And even with a smile sometimes
Or twinkle in the eye.
For they have found that after all
‘Twas better in the end
To meet it with a smile, and then,
Just let it pass, my friend.
To answer petty things;
The unkind word, the bitter cut
That rankles deep and stings.
They are too big to notice them,
They simply pass them by,
And even with a smile sometimes
Or twinkle in the eye.
For they have found that after all
‘Twas better in the end
To meet it with a smile, and then,
Just let it pass, my friend.
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Don’t stoop my friend to answer back,
Why not just LET IT PASS?
You’ll find this giving word for word
Will never pay, alas!
Though ’tis true of human nature
This giving tit for tat,
Yet truly happy folks have found
A better way than that.
And though it seems impossible
It’s better in the end
To let them have their way, and then
Just LET IT PASS my friend.
I know sometimes it’s very hard,
And seems it can’t be done,
But if you learn this better way
A victory will be won;
For you will save what’s só worthwhile-
Both time and feelings, too,
When you ignore what has been said,
Don’t try to argue through.
For then you’ll know without a doubt
‘Twas better in the end,
To let them have their way, and then
Just LET IT PASS, my friend.
Now some folks always answer back
They never hold their peace;
In trying to defend themselves
It seems they never cease;
Giving vent to every feeling
Whatever’s on the mind
Regardless of the consequence,
Then, after all, to find
It didn’t pay and would have been
Much better in the end
To have borne it all in silence
And LET IT PASS, my friend.
Truly great folks never stoop
To answer petty things;
The unkind word, the bitter cut
That rankles deep and stings.
They are too big to notice them,
They simply pass them by,
And even with a smile sometimes
Or twinkle in the eye.
For they have found that after all
‘Twas better in the end
To meet it with a smile, and then
Just let it pass, my friend.
Long ago, was One who wouldn’t stoop
To answer back again,
But silently bore the paintings
Of cruel relentless men;
“Brought to the slaughter as a lamb
No blemish, His, or spot
Though He was oppressed, afflicted,
His mouth, He opened not.”
And why? – I think I understand,
‘Twas better in the end
We should know by His example
Just to LET IT PASS, my friend.
— Virginia Brandt Berg