Boomerang

Contempt can never be retrieved; No wound of scorn will heal, Though desperately apology May pray the cut conceal. Public insensitivity Does but disdain reveal. Not that which is called love employs Put-downs disguised as jest; Nor through the centuries of time Has love survived such test. Frustration at another's deeds Will ever plague mankind; Impatience and intolerance Have lived through endless time. Would that a mental mirror Could check that tell-tale stance: The rage of silent anger That screams aloud contempt, The tilted head and narrowed eyes, The lips tight pressed in scorn, Unyielding in conviction when Humility has flown. Though honeyed words that would deny The act had e're been done Defensively well-up the eye, Deception has begun. The strongest love will die before Contempt can be undone.