Words are the source of my existence
Life and death they bring
In every word I seek to make a difference
As in numbering the days I cling.
For what I say today will bring my tomorrow
And so I carefully trace
The essence of my words spoken amidst sorrow
I share for you to speak today.
O. Stephen Peart. 2021 © All rights reserved
About this Poem
Did you remember the last words you said? Or what were the last words shared with you? How did that make you feel? Would you repeat them again? Words do make a difference. Let your words bring life.