Editing

Every day we edit
What we say and how we act.
If we don’t, then we regret it;
No denying, that’s a fact.

There are people who don’t get it;
They forget to speak with tact.
It can hurt us if we let it
And don’t pause, but just react.

As to editing, some dread it,
Fearing it won’t keep intact
What they meant when they first said it
If finesse, indeed, they lacked.

Each expression, once we’ve read it,
More than likely has been stacked
On another one that’s bled it
Of its power to distract.

Every thought is ours to thread it
And, with needle, help extract
What the world will see instead. It
Is survival’s secret pact.