Once I Was Told.

My mom once said to me, that two wrongs don't make a right That it's always better to walk away from a fight Fighting fire with fire will only get everyone burnt And then what lesson has been learnt? Hurt with hurt and hate with hate what sort of situation will that create? Sadness and resentment and a quest for more But, now, my mom is not here, no more I have no guiding voice, no wise old words I am the mirage in the desert…. I have the advice of my friends and brothers But I have never been good at listening to others Life is one long learning curve, an ever lasting degree Two wrongs don't make a right, for now I see.