Poem: A Guilt Trip.

A Guilt Trip.



Did you work out

How much you had to drink

Did you decide that

You could take the risk.

The thought of not going

To check up on a friend

Would be an intimation

Of a future guilt trip.

Sometimes it does not matter

What you decide to do,

Whether you respond to

Or ignore the feeling

You cannot alter what will be.

The only benefit of worry

Is a somewhat clearer conscience.



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