Lessons Learned - Poem by Marius Silverstone
People, who were not great artist,
tried to teach me their way of painting,
and tell me what makes a painting good,
and how to be successful.
People, who were embodied examples of ignorance,
wanted to teach me their way of thinking,
their way of achieving goals,
though there were their goals, not mine.
People on their way to hell,
wanted me to learn from them
how to be a 'correct' Christian,
although they made Jesus sad each day of their lives...
People, people, people,
say, argue, demand, request, explain...
blah, blah, blah, blah...
I have stopped listening to you.
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