Words, Words, Words
Words are miracles with great power.
Stringing the right ones together can
be constructive.
Using the wrong ones can be
destructive.
Words uttered in anger when heard
are like the winds of a hurricane,
Shattering and destroying,
useless to retract or recall,
leaving confusion and pain.
Damage done, efforts all in vain,
Oh, what a crying shame.
Words are comforting and can change
tears and sadness into smiles
and laughter,
When spoken softly and sweetly to a crying child,
a lonely person, or a lover, they leave happy feelings long after.
Words, be they easy or hard,
long or short, choose them carefully,
be precise, considerate, and respectful,
but never ambiguous.
Word, Words, Words,
use them wisely to avoid that dreadful thing
called blame.
Copyright © Zyrool Gifford | Year Posted 2024
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