When the good get pushed too far

It’s usually a matter of the heart

Not just anyone or anything

Can interrupt a life in full swing

But a broken heart will stop a man running

Just as a car will stop cease its healthy humming

Pushed too far, far enough to lose heart

Far enough to grow tart

With others, blaming fathers and mothers for bringing fruits into this world.

Sour, bitter, nasty fruits

Worse than a few home truths.

                When the smile finally fades

It’s something one can never change back to old

Confident and bold

As one may be

There’s no winning the good back easily.

Alas, when the good get pushed too far

It’s a matter of a boiling heart

And antibodies help form a scar

So that next time,

They’ll have to push twice as hard.  YaSaBa