Man And The Chicken
Life is a chicken coop and we are the birds.
We do a lot of good, but the droppings are our words.
If properly managed, they should cause no stress,
But they often cause infection which is a real mess.
Once dropped, they can’t be undropped whether good or bad.
Good ones fertilize relationships; the others leave people sad.
Indeed, we’re often behind the chicken
When it comes to think before you speak.
Some may lay an egg or two,
But each knows how to shut its beak.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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