Sometimes the words are
Best left without the saying,
The steps untaken,
As long as is possible
All the mystery remains.
Life’s harsh cruelty
Is often hidden, covered,
And there is less pain;
But all are the instruments
Of progress, quite unashamed,
Unleashed without due malice
Whatever shall be, will be.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

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