Tongue
Tongue
The smallest part
Does the greatest work
Words that are spoken
Makes the big man smirk…
It is the fire
The fire which burns the heart
It sticks to the body
Like an imbedded dart….
Out of same comes blessing
Which build up the man
Then comes the cursing
And the good deeds ran…
How come a fountain
Send sweet and bitter water?
Here comes the tongue
With bright and dark matter…
Like the iron in the horse’s mouth
That control its whole board
Also man needs a filter
To control his bad word…