My White Lace Tablecloth

I washed my white lace tablecloth and hung it out to dry The bleach did the best it could-it was worth the try 'Though no one else can see, the stain still remains As old as time itself Stubborn as mildew rot One false step, one careless word forever etched in time Travels the universe, endlessly In search of a place to rest What would I not give to reverse that step To retrieve that hateful word Tread lightly in your daily walk, o'er hills and valleys in between Plot well your steps and weigh your words So you'll have nothing to regret, like the Unkind words carved deeply upon your heart I wash my white lace tablecloth again, again and again! ~*~ 10/09/2007