A Snake in the Grass

A Snake in the Grass

A Poem by Budd Black

Tendencies sneak up on us like snakes in the grass.
Some of them are our own and we can see them coming,
But others are acquired by the people closest to us.
Those are the ones that actually end up biting us.
Not because we are not ever watchful sentries,
But because we atrophied in noticing in ourselves
that in which we come to expect from others around us.
The old saying is that “you are what you eat,”
But the truth is that you are what your friends serve you.
Before you anger at the snakes set loose on your lawn
Think first of the snakes that you are loosing yourself.
 

© 2008 Budd Black


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Budd Black
Budd Black

Bean Town, MA



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A Poem by Budd Black