The train has left the station, you stand flat footed in coal dust.
The ship has left the harbor and you're soaked in its frothy wake.
On the train she reads a magazine, stretches, reapplies her make up.
On the ship she teases the Cabana boy sipping Tequila in the sun.
Poor fool waving from the platform a ghostly wimpy apparition.
Poor sod you cry buckets of loss and zombie-shuffle aimlessly.
Poor lad you seek out wiser friends, and sob but never listen.
Poor fellow why can't you see? She loved every guy, yes even me.
Smelling salts will not wake someone up if they don't want to be. There are none so blind...... Thanks, Edmund
Very wise and amazing drafting shared with new thought that tells one wonderful story....10
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This poem written with light heart speaks volume of truth. For most mistake needs to be committed to learn the lesson. Much enjoyed.
You are absolutely right mistakes are inevitable but lessons learned are not. The lucky ones learn and use the wisdom not in bitterness but in achieving their goal, richer from their knowledge.