I lost a word yesterday, Unguarded, from my tongue; 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.
~By Gertrude McDaniel~ Thank you, Gertrude
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