Scars Poem by Daniel Artemas Harmon

Scars



The young ones scar
when stones are hurled
because they are
new to this world;

their nerves are raw,
they twist and leap;
words cut and saw
and enter deep.

But they will learn.
Scars will grow thick.
And nothing then
will reach the quick.

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