Exceptional

My judgement is poor: I never see it coming.

My Trusting Nature

by LisaMay

My flaw is this, I suppose: my life has been blighted  because I’m short sighted — I can’t see what’s under my nose. Oh yes, I confess, I’ve made a mess by not noticing what I should. Things have turned bad from good, and I have misunderstood through inattention some evil intention that my trust has let through the door. Now, let me just mention, when my judgement is poor I never keep score — I can take so much more. I’ll turn a blind eye, and I’ll always try when my bum’s been bit to get over it, and to focus on what lies ahead. I’ll not peer with myopic dread through my fogged-up specs to what’s coming next, or even what I’ve left behind. I could be deaf, dumb and blind, and even lose half my mind, but I hope I’ll always be kind. With hindsight I just might not change a thing at all — I always got by, I recall, and even though I might fall into the trap of a conniving chap, along the way I had a ball, because men made passes at my rose-coloured glasses. My vision’s now blessed — I’ve just had a test and can see what’s under my nose. It’s my toes! So, on speedy feet my life is so sweet, I can keep ahead of the pack and stay clear of that knife in my back.