Lesson’s Learned

Life can be a very demanding teacher

when we don’t always do the homework,

think we can strut by our own wisdom

while searching for some trophy.

 

How tumbled are the steps taken

if running by our own timer,

though we feel a tinge of apprehension

from knowing we tried a style

truly troubled and tantamount to bruises,

because the warning signs sent a telegraph

so visible to our senses

that we ignore as inklings to discard.

 

Even though they come in tender hints

our inner telephone of impulse

has dialed the number for the will,

far too happy to listen to that mentor

no matter how many times it proves wrong