A Wishful Thought Poem by Dorothy Dykhuizen

A Wishful Thought



If I could hold my tongue,
Stop angry words from being flung,
Sharp insults from spewing out,
If I could go the gentler route,
Be compassionate, say a kind word,
Hate for a few seconds would die,
A moment of hushed peace would lie,
Golden and pure over this troubled world.

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Dorothy Dykhuizen

Dorothy Dykhuizen

Morrison, Illinois
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