N E V E R D I d I T h I n k T H A T
A stitch in time saves nine,
and fresh water turns to wine
by sheer belief …
One unguarded word lets lose
an avalanche of retribution
but no one takes time to think
before they speak.
Instead we savour the sweetness
of revenge, a dish best eaten cold
and only sad regret tastes bitter –
like greenish mould and sour grapes.
My discarded apple core could
be someone’s compost if I’d care,
instead it adds to the growing mount of
Maybe we learn a lesson here from all
those young but dying children
about what is important:
kindness & ice-cream.
By Barbara Boyle