I don’t know why good people wish
to act as though they’re bad,
and why you see the bad ones fish
for compliments, so glad
to be considered better than
they really are. All blunder
and live a life they do not plan.
Why is this so, I wonder?
Does goodness for the good count less
than badness they esteem,
and if bad people hate the mess
they make why do they seem
unwilling to exchange their roles,
the bad ones with the good,
and aren’t the good ones being fools
by doing what they should?
10/15/97
gershon hepner
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/good-people-4/
