It must be trying to your being
To carry with you constant hate.
So seldom a smile, on you is seen
For surely sir, at birth, it weren`t your fate.
I do not know what passed occurred
To cause so much disdain to flow.
Thus gratifying your spite preferred
By seeking stones for you to throw,
At happy fellows and gleeful lasses
Hoping that you hit your mark,
Inflicting pain upon the masses
Just because you life is dark.
Rudy H. Garcia 4/2013
Author: Rudy H. Garcia
Rudy H. García, from Port Isabel, Texas, has a Master’s in Education from the University of Texas at Brownsville and earned a B.A. in psychology from Pan American University in 1976. He is a participant in the Narciso Martínez Cultural Arts Center Writers’ Forum, and is a founder of the Laguna Madre Writers Forum. Rudy has also been featured on the radio program “Themes and Variations.” His poems are published with “Poets of the East Village” in New York and he has been a featured reader for the El Paseo Arts Foundation and is published in numerous other magazines.