The Tongue

The Tongue

A Poem by Jmind

The Tongue

 

what is this thing, pink and gooey,

words may come out newey,

wet at all times, slippery when it shines,

but what is this pink thing I found,

and it vibrates to make sounds,

changes direction to manipulate words,

can guide a man's soul to his destiny at worse,

but the tongue, holds so much power,

it can lift a man's spirit or just devour,

a deadly tool, that can be used by a fool,

or a lovely flute, that can bring a man's hope up a toot,

but one must remain astute,

careful of its influence,

one bad word can lead to many a man's ruince,

so lets be wise, and say words that will win a prize,

leading to many people a suprise,

for words can be used in fun,

so lets be cautious when we use the powerful tongue

 

God Bless 

© 2008 Jmind


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Added on September 29, 2008