I’m all full up on how awful people can be.
I now attend the notion of who’s good to me.
I am no saint, I can come across so aloof.
My absent bevy of friendships is enough proof.
I have always leaned toward being selective.
But, as years drag on, I’ve found most bonds elective.
That doesn’t sadden me; but instead, makes me proud.
The people still in my orbit…their love’s so loud.
It’s why I don’t mind that my past seemed off-putting.
We the people I love are sure of our footing.
L.B.Stowe 