They say the world is round—and yet
I often think it’s square,
So many little hurts we get
From corners, here and there.

But there’s one truth in life I’ve found
While journeying East and West:
The only folks we really wound
Are those we love the best.

We flatter those we scarcely know;
We please the fleeting guest,
And deal full many a thoughtless blow
To those we love the best.