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.