Small Thorn Can Overturn A Big Load. Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A tiny thorn, so sharp and small,
Can prick a tire, and make it fall.
A heavy cart, with goods piled high,
Can stop and tip beneath the sky.

So too with hearts, and feelings deep,
A little hurt can make us weep.
A small offense, misunderstood,
Can ruin joy, where once was good.

Forgive the slight, the careless word,
Don't let your anger go unheard,
But don't let it control your day,
And push the happiness away.

For even strong and sturdy things,
Can break with little, hidden stings.
So choose to see the good that's there,
And let go of the tiny, ugly snare.

T.M.Solvang