One’s word is a matter of honor
that can not be slipped off and
on like an old garment, changed
with the weather. If you betray
your honor even once, you open
the door to excuses for doing
it again and again.
One’s word is a matter of honor
that can not be slipped off and
on like an old garment, changed
with the weather. If you betray
your honor even once, you open
the door to excuses for doing
it again and again.
I wish that was true for more people
but mostly I wish I could tell the difference
I thought I could
but I guess that’s something else I was wrong about
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Yes, everyone is welcomed to reblog as often as they wish. These poems are from Source and are for all who want to read them. hugs, pat
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