In Other Words

A word is like a thought of mind,                                                                       when you are done it’s not to find.

You may wonder what it’s worth                                                                              to give a meaning by its birth.

A word has wings but cannot fly,                                                                               If used not right it’s bound to die.

You must be cautious what to  say,                                                                            it may not be accepted by the way.

Less can sometimes be too much,                                                                         you must leave the word as such.

What possibly went wrong in the beginning,                                             don’t worry – start all over to be winning.

A poem from my book, In Other Words                                                      Xlibris 2008

Scribere Necesse Est, Vivere Non