L. S. Dryden · Poetry

The Things We Say

We go ahead and say
Whatever comes to mind
Not thinking that our recklessness
Is hurtful and unkind.

We tend to render judgements
So freely and so rash
As if we knew the details
As if we knew the facts.

We can be indiscreet
We waste our time in gossip
The pains and lies we spread
Let’s mind our words instead.

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