Poem.

Let comments be truly made, let not our anger be displayed, let them even be delayed, let codes of ethics be obeyed, let none feel dismayed, let the truth be conveyed.

Nobody wants to hear words from a wicked mouth.

This is a Christmas poem paying tribute to the criticism we all must endure in every walk of life.

When everyone else is done talking, then maybe I will listen to them and start talking.

Perhaps is a speculative word that rises up the standard of positive thinking.

Inspired by the many who read but do not respond to what they read.