Sticks & Stones
October 10, 2007 by Shirley Allard
“Sticks and stones,
may break my bones
but names will never hurt me.”
A little rhyme, from olden time
to pacify our frailty.
Sticks and stones.
Our broken bones,
will quickly fuse together.
But hurtful names, of childhood games
leave scars that last forever.
I wonder who the genius was
that sat out to contrive
a way to justify a hurt
that lasts throughout our lives.
Indeed, it does beg the question, doesn’t it? However, I don’t think the originator was a genius, but more of a savvy opportunist. Look around, they’re everywhere… in today’s vernacular, they’re known as ‘politicians’. Intuitive observation, Shirley…
P.S.– I almost forgot… the photo on your masthead is gorgeous! I love what you’ve done with it, it almost looks like a painting.
So true. A very thoughtful poem. P.S. Your masthead looks like our road where I live. We’re up a little ways on the left. lol.
god….. think about it…..