I lost a word yesterday,
Unguarded, from
my tounge:
It slipped into the atmosphere-
Then trouble had begun
A dozen others
followed it;
They filled the room with grief,
No matter then what
word was said,
It could not bring relief.
If only I had stopped
that word
Before it crossed my lips
My day had been a
happy one-
And sweet with
fellowships.
I think I wasted yesterday,
Hurt self as well
as friend,
Today I want to watch
my words,
And let not one offend.
Author Unknown
