All That Lies Before Your Soul Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

Form leisurely, child a balanced opinion.
Be true-right, unique to your own conviction.

Judge not the worldly or mentally smart.
Or that poor old lame horse before the cart.

Equal opportunities are seldom seen,
Often are zealously guarded by the mean.

Be fierce in principle but able to bend.
And with your core beliefs, your own heart befriend.

Live not by cruel opaque regrets alone.
All that lies before your soul is a stepping stone.