No Judgment
Listen oh child to the gold of my years.
I have learned though that you shall not falter.
No wisdom shall flow without shedding tears.
My prudence I share with little offer.
These new days have many other new fears.
Truth, my child I’m not much of a talker.
I do have one line of advice for you.
Don’t battle yourself or beat your soul blue.
Copyright © Cecil Hickman | Year Posted 2011
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