I wore my heart on my sleeve
An then, in my pocket
Time and kicks and hurts
Make you learn and discern
That all your told
May not be true,
And that life is not
An open, upward Rocket.
We, or most, learn and adjust to the vicissitudes of life. Life is an expression of time. Microseconds passing into the past. We live in the past always because we cannot touch time as it escapes too fast. Few know that and think they hold life in their grip. An excellent write.
A wonderful poem my friend! Appreciated the theme and the work as well..................................10
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Every time I saw your poems appearing, after having read them, I am sure that I have added something to my daily lessons/ experiences. We are never too old to learn and you are so wise, your are full of life's wisdom, I must admit, my dearest poetess. A true magnificent poem, life's stories never finish. Always a greatest treat to read your life's lessons. Thank you so much for sharing, great poetess, remember you are the princess of (2)