Treasure Island

James Walter Orr

(02, June,1930 / Amarillo, Texas, U.S.A.)

A Creed


I try to walk softly
when feelings are shown.
What starts as a pebble
can turn to a stone.
A word said in anger
can hurt to the bone:
too late to recover,
when already flown.
We find our selves saying,
'If only I'd known',
the pain that I caused, when
too late to atone.

Submitted: Wednesday, September 02, 2009
Edited: Tuesday, October 20, 2009

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