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