These words aren't mine;
They're yours and his, and hers and theirs;
Imbued with message, humour,
Thought and deed;
To chide, inform, amuse, provoke,
To damn and praise,
To sooth, support and heal.
Yet untold damage can be wrought
By thoughtless use of precious words
And unkind intent.
And wound unknowingly, or with kent,
The reader and the hearer;
Break the very soul of those who
Attend your borrowed lines,
So use with care those words that are not mine.
4 comments:
On my kitchen blackboard just now are the words True, Kind, Necessary, to remind me to pausebefore I speak. This was a lovely poem. xx
Thankyou Jacqui.
MrsL
xx
This was lovely! I've just found your blog and adored the "I have found such joy" poem. I've put it up as my post today.
I think I'm doing the same as you, trying for a simpler, more in the moment life. Can't wait to hear more of your thoughts through your blog.
Hello Vivienne, welcome to the blog! Hope you enjoy it.
MrsL
xx
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