Why Waste? Poem
They have done me wrong.
They know it.
I know it.
So they fear retribution.
Guard against the opportunity for me to have a chance.
But they are mistaken.
Why would I use that chance on them?
Hope is too precious a feeling to waste it on revenge.
They don’t know that.
I do.
They already took one privilege from me.
Heaven forbid I let them take another.