They Have To Think

They have to think my heart is made of wood Those who dismiss my rhyming efforts as no good To be made to feel unworthy of literary criticism for any writer is not nice But suppose most things in life on them do have some price I do meet quite unfeeling people every day But what we dislike in others we see in ourselves seems true to say That the pen is mightier than the sword it well may be Words meant to hurt leave mental scars it seems to me From life we learn something new every day This is how it is and will always be this way I have learned a bit on ten years with three score And have come to realize that hurtful words can leave a festering mental sore I am far from a perfect being of this i know One sadly lacking of the inner glow But near to perfect people as always in the few And this is not saying anything that is new They have to think my heart is made of wood Those who do dismiss my rhymes as no good And though i know my rhymes will never bring me wealth or fame Like all others i too have feelings just the same.