A personal thought

The roads that we travel,  With friends left far behind,

The oceans that we cross , Sometimes as though we were blind.

 Without the need to travel , But in what we do and say,

A single selfish thoughtless deed,  Can cause more hurt than words can ever say.

 Like one chance to make a first impression,  The foundation should to be sound,

Life is never a rehearsal , We can’t take back the hurt next time around.

 Like we can’t put back the petals,  That were torn from the rose,

We can’t undo the teardrops,  That we have caused to flow.

 Now surely we don’t have to do,  The things I mention above,

Maybe instead in everything we do,  We could stop and think and show a little love.

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