A Poem

This poem was taken from my reader, Seeking True Values, Pathway Publishing Corporation, Alymer, Ontario, Canada

Only A Little Thing

It was only a tiny seed,

Carelessly brushed aside;

But it grew in time to be a noxious weed,

And spread its poison wide.

It was only a little leak,

So small you could hardly see;

But the rising waters found the break,

And wreaked the great levee.

It was only a single spark

Dropped by a passing train;

But the dead leaves caught, and swift and dark

Was its work on wood and plain.

It was only a thoughtless word,

Scarcely meant to be unkind;

But it pierced as a dart to the heart that heard,

And left its sting behind.

It may seem a trifle at most,

The thing that we do or say,

And yet it may be at fearful cost

We may wish it undone some day.

-Author Unknown