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Post by Marya Dabrowski on Dec 31, 2016 17:07:54 GMT -5
Only a Little Thing
It was only a tiny seed, Carelessly brushed aside; But it grew in time to be a noxious weed, And spread its poison wide.
It was only a little leak, So small you could hardly see; But the rising waters found the break, And wrecked the great levee.
It was only a single spark Dropped by a passing train; But the dead leaves caught, and swift and dark Was its work on wood and plain.
It was only a thoughtless word, Scarcely meant to be unkind; But it pierced as a dart to the heart that heard, And left its sting behind.
It may seem a trifle at most, The thing that we do or say, And yet it may be at fearful cost We may wish it undone some day. --Author Unknown
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Post by jen51 on Jan 2, 2017 14:30:47 GMT -5
Thanks for this, Marya.
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Post by Marya Dabrowski on Jan 3, 2017 7:57:33 GMT -5
You're welcome! I sometimes mull over whether to post certain things or not. I'd been thinking about this for over a week.
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Post by Voxxkowalski on Jan 3, 2017 11:57:06 GMT -5
Myra...post away...you need not fear...any mistakes will be quickly repaired and forgotten. Your batting 1000.
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Post by RitaMarita on Jan 9, 2017 9:32:30 GMT -5
What a beautiful poem!!! Thanks for sharing!
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Post by RitaMarita on Jan 9, 2017 9:34:20 GMT -5
You're welcome! I sometimes mull over whether to post certain things or not. I'd been thinking about this for over a week. Please DO post things like this! It is the little things that help us make it through the difficulties of life. I like this poem so much I think I will post it on my blog to share with others.
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