At some point
hating becomes
just too tedious;
probably a good thing
(although many still
deserve hating).

Somewhere between
nearly old and old,
it's too much bother.

You have your
own worries,
for example
about dying tragically
forgotten (if not
too young).

So you give up hating.

You even get over
Richard Nixon.
(OK, maybe not
completely.)

You leave the
hate world knowing
plenty of others
will pick up
your slack.

Perhaps you had
a good career
as a hater;
perhaps you were
bush league
at best.

Doesn't matter now.
         Relax.
You aren't going back.

  ~mce