There are barbs that sting us at times,
If we let them get under our skin.
Some are easily pricked and hurt
By words not really meant to harm.
Pause and not awaken anger.
At times it can be our worse foe.
Let it pass, tomorrow it's gone,
And you will not have lost a friend.
Ron
wasn't much of a poet. :)
Kathy
Love ya!
Jane