How quickly the feeble minded forget
About the trials and struggles once offset
By those who have a servants heart
And in handling such people
Who slander you and tear your tedious work apart
The honest response to all of this
Is that this could indeed be considered an art
To kindly withhold with each remark
When you are parted from the comfort of their kind words
Which tend to play out on the stage
How quickly do the others forget
About everything, that is except for their own parts