WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND
It was a festive season.
The atmosphere of it was extraordinarily sanguine.
I bought her a toy emperor penguin.
She lied to me by using it as an excuse.
I turned a blind eye to her.
Saying something to her was no use.
She was chirpy and cheerful.
I listened to her.
After a long conversation,
“What goes around comes around.
One goes up and one comes down.”
G G Gench