THOUGHTLESSNESS
A little bit of hatred,
Can spoil a score of years
And blur the eyes that ought to smile,
With many needless tears.A little bit of thoughtlessness,
And anger for a day,
Can rob a home of all its joys
And drive delight away.A little bit of shouting,
In a sharp and vicious tone,
Can leave a sting that will be felt,
When many years have flown.And just one hasty minute
Of ill temper can offend,
And leave an inner injury
That years may never mendA little bit of hatred,
Robs a home of all delight,
And leaves a winding tail of wrong
That time may never right.For only those are happy,
And Keep their peace of mind,
Who guard themselves from hatreds,
And words that are unkind.author unknown
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Wherefore, my beloved
brethren, let every man be swift to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath:
For the wrath of man worketh not the righteousness of God. |