As this is officially the ides of March I contemplated what a good poem would be, in celebration. On this very day, forty-four years before the birth of Jesus Christ, the Roman emperor, Julius Caesar, was assassinated by a group of Roman nobles among which was his so-called friend Brutus. The only person more dangerous than a murderer is a gossip so I am supplying the following ‘poem’ which has been very popular through the years- being printed in newspaper columns and forums continually. I decided this was a perfect time for a fresh reminder. – The Castle Lady
My name is Gossip. I have no respect for justice.
I maim without killing. I break hearts and ruin lives.
I am cunning and malicious and gather strength with age.
To track me down is impossible. The harder you try, the more elusive I become.
I am nobody’s friend.
Once I tarnish a reputation, it is never the same.
I topple governments and wreck marriages.
I ruin careers and cause sleepless nights, heartaches and indigestion.
I make innocent people cry in their pillows.
Even my name hisses.
I am called Gossip. I make headlines and headaches.
Before you repeat a story, ask yourself:
Is it true?
Is it harmless?
Is it necessary?
If it isn’t, don’t repeat it.
The buck stops here,