Musings On A Cold, Rainy Day Poem by Chris Embrick

Musings On A Cold, Rainy Day

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A man with a mind of his own only borrows other's thoughts.

Hatred, anger, bitterness never lead to a peaceful life.

Some days ignoring your own advice is the best advice.

Wisdom is an eternal stream with many tributaries.

While all mankind is linked by his genetic past; it seems that most hatred and division today centers around our ideology of a spiritual future.

Judge not the guilty until you can look in the mirror without shame.

Nurture pride with humility and others will take notice.

Even with forgiveness, a wounded heart remembers the blow.

If your ears constantly tingle with gossip, stop sharing it.

We are born with a capacity and need for love; yet, on many a death bed, we witness the reality of someone who has kept it all to themselves.

One man's dreams lead to fortune; another's to misfortune.Perseverance
guided by wisdom often determines the outcome.

Knowledge without wisdom is like a woodpecker tapping on a tree, then leaving the grub behind.

We seem to choose our own advice over that of others; then when things go wrong it the others we blame.

Give ear to much advice, but only act on what's compatible with your hearts desire.

A dream may guide you, but your eyes must be open along the way.

Thursday, December 13, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: thinking ,wisdom
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Chris Embrick

Chris Embrick

Commerce, Georgia
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