THE TONGUE
It’s pale yet beautiful, light yet powerful
Small yet dangerous, needed yet feared
Hated yet loved
In it lies the worst contradiction of all
We use it for good; we use it for bad
We use it when we are happy and when we are sad
We use it to praise and to disgrace
It’s a dagger against us and a weapon to save us
Causing us pain but releasing much of the same
Bringing joy when use right and pain the other way
In its power lies death, and in it lies life
It’s a gift from God and comes along with life
To use we may or we may not,
The choice of which we are free to make
If only we could but chose each day, what to say or not to say,
We would save ourselves much heartache
But we always succumb to the power or our tongue
Then live regretting many of its tales
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