You've put your foot in it, gone and got it all wrong,
Jumped the gun, it's the same old song,
Putting words in their mouth, drawing your own conclusions,
Accusing, wrong end of the stick, conjuring your fanciful illusions.
When what you really need to do is open your ears,
And stop, breathe, take it in, truly hear,
Be still, listen, understand, reflect,
For they didn't say what you presumed, expect,
Instead of trying to pounce, guess their next line,
You should grant them what they deserve: your focus, your time.
YOU ARE READING
Jump the Gun
PoetrySometimes, even when we think we're being a good friend, sister, shoulder to cry on, to those who need us most, those close to us, we're not. We're not really listening. We've not truly opened our ears. Occasionally we need to stop finishing our re...
