A poem by Laura Huseboe

Babbling gossip fills the air,
Droned by the unwitting stranger 
To the avid listener unable to stop
And think on what they are told.
Gossip is not but a secondhand telling
Recited from one to the next;
It tears at the trust between friends,
The bond between family.
Scatter the longing to gossip to the wind
Let the one things happen to tell their tale.
Tell what is known, not what is guessed,
Not what is learned secondhand;
Loose the harmful words on none.
Truth is the light within the world,
Gossip a tainted half truth better left unsaid;
Bridle the tongue of rumors,
Restore the truth trickling from the world.

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