Classic Poem

Erasers are such handy things
On pencils, there's no doubt.
A few quick rubs, the wrong words go,
Mistakes are soon rubbed out.

But errors of a different sort
That cannot be erased,
Are often spilled from someone's lips,
And cannot be replaced.

And with each thoughtless spoken word,
Sharp as a leopard's tooth,
The harm we do is just as great,
As some widespread untruth.

But with these careless spoken words,
Erasers play no part.
The mark we leave, by word or deed,
Cuts deep in someone's heart.