It's mostly found in tender places
Where almost every movement raises
An irritating-itching pain
That drives your searching tongue insane.
It takes its time to heal and mend
And when it's better in the end,
We quick forget this pampered friend
Stroked and soothed by tongues caress.
But when the canker's in the heart
And the pain is really hard,
When tears and anger swell and start,
Will tongue still do its soothing part?
Or, will it stroke with caustic words
Spoken so they're fitly heard
With little thought as anger stirs,
While sweet forgiveness goes unheard?
Copyright 2003 by Layne S. Porter
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