Time and Temper
A time to forgive, a time to forget,
A time to get over harsh words that were said,
Words cast in anger, spat out without thought,
A tongue bitten too late, a knife through the heart.
A pain everlasting, if one lets it persist,
But a wise head might think it a time to forgive,
In the heat of the moment, crude words out of place,
Unmeant, unintended, an unpleasant mistake.
Condemnation is easy, damnation and flak,
Some might find a good reason to make the pain last,
Keep it going forever, endless blame and reproof,
Not a prefect solution, but there are those that it suits.
Time, like a fabric, may be fashioned in length,
Harsh words take but seconds, with years to lament,
Points scored in anger, the brain disengaged,
Where on earth did it come from this uncalled for rage?
We all have our moments when the pressure builds up,
When the burden we carry, gets a little too much,
I don’t know how to lengthen an over-short fuse,
But I do know a still tongue has far less to lose.
© Joseph G Dawson
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