When you find yourself
At the beginning of the day
Asking yourself,
‘Is there another way?’
Then you realize
That this is not so,
In a moment or two
Will you have to go?
Is it more than just a word?
Is it more than just a thought?
Will I need to speak
Or shall I be bought?
And then at the end of the day
You’ll find your Mama
say, ‘Take a moment to think;
Remember, Acta Non Verba.’
Written for the poetry prompt from We Drink Because We’re Poets: http://wedrinkbecausewerepoets.com/2014/05/05/poetry-prompt-9-dead-language/
I looked over the list they provided a link to and found that I liked the sound of Acta Non Verba which means Deeds, not words.
Breathing In 