James Walter Orr

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

A Creed - Poem by James Walter Orr

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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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 20, 2009

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