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Two Little Words

by Richard

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Drawing the boundary…

The Carpenter's Son

by A.E.Housman

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Drawing the boundary…

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Two Little Words

by Richard

Words unspoken, hearts left broken
Pride's a wall we build so high
But two little phrases can make it right
Gotta learn to apologize

Say sorry when you're wrong
Say thank you when you're blessed
These simple words are strong
They heal and they connect
Don't let your ego blind you
To the power they possess
Just say sorry, say thank you
And watch love do the rest

Gratitude opens doors
Humility mends what's torn
In this world of give and take
New beginnings can be born

It ain't about who's right or wrong
It's about growing together, moving on
Appreciate the good, admit your flaws
That's how real love evolves

Sorry and thank you
Small words, big change
Sorry and thank you
Never too late to say

The Carpenter's Son

by A.E.Housman

"Here the hangman stops his cart:
Now the best of friends must part.
Fare you well, for ill fare I:
Live, lads, and I will die."

"Oh, at home had I but stayed
'Prenticed to my father's trade,
Had I stuck to plane and adze,
I had not been lost, my lads."

"Then I might have built perhaps
Gallows-trees for other chaps,
Never dangled on my own,
Had I but left ill alone."

"Now, you see, they hang me high,
And the people passing by
Stop to shake their fists and curse;
So 'tis come from ill to worse."

"Here hang I, and right and left
Two poor fellows hang for theft:
All the same's the luck we prove,
Though the midmost hangs for love."

"Comrades all, that stand and gaze,
Walk henceforth in other ways;
See my neck and save your own:
Comrades all, leave ill alone."

"Make some day a decent end,
Shrewder fellows than your friend.
Fare you well, for ill fare I:
Live, lads, and I will die."

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