Better Safe Than Sorry


Wear my heart on my sleeve
Come hell or high water
I’ve learnt over the years
Better to go short sleeved

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on January 13, 2018, in Four By Six, Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. Short sleeves – there’s a thought! Afraid I haven’t yet learned that lesson. 😓


  2. I offer my sleeve out every single day. Just how I’m built.

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  3. What my Father and Mother Said

    “Any good worker is worth his hire,” my father told me.
    “Patience is the best way to get along in the world.”

    He also said,
    “That meal, Mama, was finer than frog’s hair sitting
    On a split wood fence and blowing in the wind.”
    And he always said,
    “You’re not the only pebble on the beach, son. Remember that.”

    My mother always said,
    “Don’t mix bad seeds with the good
    And don’t run around all night like a dog
    Trying to catch the end of its tail.”

    She also said,
    “Say please before you ask and remember your manners
    At the table,
    And for bells shells, don’t go reading books in bed!”

    Let there be moonlight and starlight and sunlight.
    Let there be stones and moss and trees.
    That’s what my father and mother said.

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