No one,
Whether young or old.
Will ever find their own way,
Out of a forest.
If repeatedly they seek,
Opinions from others...
To give a description of a tree.
That continues to be disbelieved,
By someone seen...
Planting trees.
Done to do on a daily basis.
With a giving to them,
Specific directions to exit.
And to come and go as they please.
And yet...
They can not or will accept,
That one to know...
Exactly what they do and say.
Displaying confidence, competence.
And knowledge.
To have acquired,
From years of experience!
To have their words heard.
Refused to hear.
Remain to fall on deaf ears.
Either to resent or ignore.
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