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.


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