Editing

Every day we edit What we say and how we act. If we don’t, then we regret it; No denying, that’s a fact. There are people who don’t get it; They forget to speak with tact. It can hurt us if we let it And don’t pause, but just react. As to editing, some dread it, Fearing it won’t keep intact What they meant when they first said it If finesse, indeed, they lacked. Each expression, once we’ve read it, More than likely has been stacked On another one that’s bled it Of its power to distract. Every thought is ours to thread it And, with needle, help extract What the world will see instead. It Is survival’s secret pact.