The Gossip

She handed me a package and told me it was good.

It really didn't feel the way, I assumed it would.

I paused before I opened; wondering what's inside,

Then I heard a whisper and felt it was a lie.

I stopped to look up at her, a smile upon her face.

I knew she'd brought a morsel of someone's pain; disgrace.

I paused for just a moment then handed back her gift.

Peace is what I'm looking for instead of causing rifts.

Then she turned away from me and headed to another.

She calls these folks her friends, her sisters, and her brothers.

So be careful of the gifts that come, as gossip, lies and hate,

And beware of these people, for they contaminate.