I cover my wounds with a soothing salve
That lessens the pain in its testing path
But it will not take the wound away
For it may heal over to a scar in its way
You may rejoice in passing through
A trial in what it does to you
Heed not the trial as it is made
But what is learnt in each escapade.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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Heed not the trial as it is made But what is learnt in each escapade. Lovely poem, so thought provoking. Enjoyed reading it. Superb poetry. 10+++++++ Subhas