You laugh at them. You point your finger and call them a fool. Their silence amuses you, their gentleness becomes your joke, and the crowd joins your laughter as if kindness were weakness. It feels enjoyable today, sweet on your tongue like careless victory. Their patience becomes your stage, their humility your entertainment. But time is a quiet witness. It watches without speaking, It writes its lessons slowly in the turning pages of life. A day will come When laughter turns into tears. The echoes of your mockery will return to your own ears like thunder across an empty sky. Situations will arise without warning, storms without hands to beat you Yet heavy enough to break your pride. Pain will arrive quietly, And you will feel the trembling of a heart that once laughed too loudly. And that fool, that funny person you once mocked, may stand in the distance, not laughing, but witnessing your tears, your shaking voice, Your falling ego. For life has a patient way of bending the tallest p...
When the trickster comes with a smiling face,
Speaking soft words wrapped in disguise,
Thinking your mind is an empty place,
A shadow beneath his clever lies.
But rise instead, let your spirit tell,
That you are not a puppet to control,
Fool that fool and break the spell,
For strength already lives in your soul.
Show him the fire you carry within,
The will that refuses to bend or kneel,
You were never born to follow his grin,
Nor dance to the games he tries to deal.
Stand tall beyond his crafted rules,
Let wisdom be the shield you hold,
For those who prey upon silent fools
Fear hearts that are fearless and bold.
So walk your path with a steady stride,
Let truth be louder than his game,
For no false spell can long reside
Where courage burns like living flame.
© 2026 Gloria Penelope
Comments