A metaphor about touch gives us tact
A quality it’s best not to lack.
We must learn to give attention,
As a means of prevention
Lest our reply sounds like a nasty attack.
Even the most mature wound their friends
So we sometimes must make our amends
If it occurs every day
Our friend rightly says
Your words hurt me and also offend.
Yet cunning folk have a false front
And refrain from all comments too blunt
So their charm can catch us
Till their rages dispatch us
Their violence was hidden till assault.,
How my heart sings 