She saw some distant neighbors standing outside,

And as she was walking by,

She felt the need to impress them with a rather wry observation.

"Well where is the baby that used to live here?"

She asked the little girl who she assumed to be the one

The baby had grown into.

The little girl's eyes grew wide,

"She died!" She blurted out horrified,

And went running back into the house screaming,

With her mother behind her, also in tears.

Maybe we should save our brilliance

To shine on folks some other time,

And keep our stunning comments to ourselves.

And unless we have a key to someone's window,

And can peek in all the time and know

Just what they're really dealing with,
We could reserve our wry observations 

For those we've thoroughly observed,

And save our smart remarks for other situations

Where the conversation might truly need to be ruined.

-jenn