Lessons Learned

To commiserate with the blending Of a place that is mending From a time not so long ago At a beginning of letting go The size of the fortitude Is bringing one to being lewd At a tilted place But yet not falling from grace But working on a time for being shrewd And knowing that the night is a bit skewed Opening up a heart of stone And finding that a person does not go alone On the crossing at the ford in the creek Knowing, one will eventually reach ones peek So lessons learned As the torch is passed and will burn That mortality Is only a formality And one will come to grips That eternity is bliss