Tainted with the Same Stain

I see good in everyone
and bad in no one at all.
I see everyone as a potential friend,
not as an enemy whom I must defend myself from.
Sometimes friends act with betrayal,
the reasons only they know why.
They accuse unjustly,
for things you’ve never done.
Because one friend might do this,
do not paint the others with the same brush,
or you become just like the accuser,
and tainted with the same stain.

(29 May 2007)

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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