What Harm Can It Do?
by Michael Espinoza
There was never more damage, perhaps it be true,
Than that from the saying, "What harm can it do?"
"What harm can it do? What harm can it do?"
Distracting until we are no longer new.
It is time and our lives that are food, if we knew,
Getting eaten by things we refuse not to do.
Oh, to not be on deathbed, dejected and blue,
Regretting the saying, "What harm can it do?"
Is a life not more precious, to me or to you,
Than to throw it away with "What harm can it do?"
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