Wagging Tongue


Beware the wicked,wagging tongue... That blabbers through
the town... To criticize the government... Or tear the neigh-
bors down... The tongue that laps up gossip and... Proceeds
to spread it out... Until a whisper in the night... Becomes a
mighty shout... There is sufficient poison in... The passing
world today... Without the vicious venom of... The words
some people say... For gossip takes the truth apart... And
turns it into lies... Until no single fact remains... That one
may recognize... And so beware the wagging tongue... That
wants to slur and scoff... And when you hear it, do your best
... To break and cut it off.


James J. Metcalfe

This poem is on page 31 of More Poem Portraits by James J. Metcalfe

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