Never Complain, Never Explain

by Glen Martin Fitch

You ever notice,
if you break your arm,
each friend shows such dismay
at your account
and then,
(though you're the one
who's come to harm)
each tells THEIR tale of pain,
the type, amount?
You ever notice
how they know
so much about the ins and outs
of treatment,
share the symptoms, warnings,
firm advice and such,
as if your doctor
doesn't know your care?
They mean well.
But they wonder why I stall,
as each detail and clue
they try to learn.
It's really not
about MY health at all.
Their OWN health ought to be
their main concern.
I'll not report, excuse,
take heed or whine.
Now all you need to know
is that--I'm fine


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Glen Fitch is a 16th Century poet lost in the 21st Century. Born near Niagara Falls, educated in the Catskills, thirty years on the Monterey Bay he now lives in Palm Springs. Retail not academics has paid the bills. Someday he will finish Spenser's "The Fairie Queene."

Last updated August 23, 2011