Living

Be Nice My Friend reached across the table Be Nice I heard the words as they tripped from his mouth Be Nice I pondered Why would he say that I am always nice Everyone I talk to will tell you I am Nice Picking up my injured pride I huffed off Down the path of Be Nice I mulled over his words Threw them back and forth I always try to be nice Never tying to fi nd fault In those that pass me by Always smiling and helping those that come my way Be Nice It was sticking in my throat He was right I may smile I may say the right words But in my secret heart I judge all that come my way I dont like their walk Hate their clothes And their laugh There it was Be Nice Is not just the outward faade Shining to the world Telling them that I was the best It was the nice that was in my heart The secret place that only God sees There I am not nice I am really just a judgemental old bag. Be Nice Yes I will be nice Not from the outside in But from the inside out.