Central Arkansas Southern Cruisers Everyman Poetry
~ NAILS IN THE FENCE ~
There once was a little boy who had a bad temper.
His Father gave him a bag of nails
and told him that every time he lost his temper,
he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence.
The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence.
Over the next next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger,
the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down.
He discovered it was easier to hold his temper
than to drive those nails into the fence.
Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all.
He told his father about it and the father suggested
that the boy now pull out one nail for each day
that he was able to hold his temper.
The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father
that all the nails were gone.
The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.
He said, 'You have done well, my son, but look at the holes
in the fence. The fence will never be the same.
When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one.
You can put a knife in a man and draw it out.
It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry,
the wound is still there.
A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one.
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* * To Your Family and Friends Say: * * Please forgive me if I have ever left a hole in your fence.
ps - Dad didn't give me any nails - nor a fence...
but I did discover how much a bunch of holes
in a piece of wood could HURT !! / BlueBoy ________________________________________________
