Our Words
Our Words
Miracle Man
8/25/2024
A glib tongue is often remembered,
for speech it rendered toward another.
Rarely for the smoothness of it’s delivery,
our words can uplift but also smother.
We damage hearts that may never mend,
though apology is made if we show concern.
But words are like arrows in one respect,
like arrows, words loosed, cannot return.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2024
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