Everything’s coming up roses

Kind Words

Think not only of oneself

Keep your anger on the shelf

Thoughts uttered now in haste

Can only be with venom laced.

Instead why not take a breath

Let the ire within you set

Close your eyes, meditate

At times it’s best to stop and wait.

For kind words often softly spoken

Mend a heart so sadly broken

A gentle hand, a warm embrace

Can put a smile upon a face.

J. Poet 7 ( @wordverse.me )

A new composition

A view from the deserted village. Achill Island.