Worth little more than oddities
Words mean so little to so many
Thrown around so often without any
Not enough kindness; too much hate
Words used to hurt rather than to heal
We deny our words can make others feel
Or like really, really sad
That people don’t acknowledge their impact
I think about that, a lot
Make a difference for a few
With words that are real and speak some truth
Maybe today it could be you
Enrich the life of another yet I confess
I don’t know why cruel words are given such authority
And why genuine and kind words are such a minority
To the point they are often considered oddities
Making the poems that we write cheap commodities
1111pm Wednesday August 26, 2020