We assume that the ones, We've always been there for, Would also be there for us When we inadvertently fall; Yet, life is ludicrously ironic Because when we're down On our wounded knees And we're drowning in tears, We turn, hopefully, around-- Only to shockingly find out That everyone has sprinted off-- Shut doors and windows All over, all around. We grovel and cajole people To listen, help, and be present; But, all seems surprisingly busy Or mysteriously unfound. Hence, we learn that it's easy To be available for the bleeding; Although, it's surely doltish To believe that our own bruises Can also be lovingly healed By those we willingly assisted-- And unselfishly soothed. "Foolish Assumptions" Simple Language. (c) Pinterest Photo. #foolish_assumptions #diwa #yqbaba
