Sticks and Stones

There can be beauty in broken, tender in hurt

When harsh words are spoken they’re mostly inert

It’s not always plain what people are saying

They may be in earnest or merely just playing


The trouble is people don’t think ere they speak

They utter such tripe and jump in with both feet

They consider no feelings, don’t choose their words well

It seems they are thinking we can all go to hell 


Interpret what’s said in the way that suits you

No need to worry if you don’t have a clue

It’s true what they say about sticks and the stones

No-one’s harsh words will ever break bones!