Undulations

when clichés abound
and accusations resound
it’s time to ask what sense it makes

it may just be
that the greatness you see
is being clouded by a dirty lens

wipe the rose-colored glass
take a second look at the bloke or lass
and you may save yourself some grief

leaving is for losers
quitting is for chumps
unless your heart is the one on the stump