He sat and thought about each slight
and, as he thought, his resentments
grew and so did all his fright
and dark took over the morning light.

He sat and wondered what it is he might
do to those who had offended him
and then he said the slights were slight
and the darkness dispelled into light.

He thinks this time he actually got it right.
He will do nothing and as time passes
fright over the slight won’t be his plight
and he can sit and bask in that morning light,

and so he gave them up and with them the
foolish, self-inflicted fight.