A Creed Poem by James Walter Orr

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.

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James Walter Orr

James Walter Orr

Amarillo, Texas, U.S.A.
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