Wisdom's Trickle-Down Effect...

Timely contractions of scruples left wide-open windows of poor decision I fumbled clumsy knowing the fall was far and surely braced myself for self-inflicted flight Holes in roads lacking paved coverature.... tiny puddles in each casting distorted images My face wobbling around in rippled water Carefully I stepped in each hole falling... scraping chin, hands, and shins...degraded Willfully plotting demise with uncanny expertise a blueprint for disaster etched in my travel-log of life Never dodging that which left me wiser Not purposeful but by flawed design We can surmise my past failures are fruitful Wisdom all drawn from hindsight mishaps ....I learn the hard way.... so my son won't