A New Stage
Her innocence was gone
Maturity was her mystique
And she wore it like makeup as in clinique
She smiled and looked through deep eyes
Seeing through the disguise
She was wise
Serious was her demeanor
Compared to a pleasant dream of the dreamer
She sought pure thoughts and a heart that was cleaner than clean
Right and wrong were not important
Truth trumped those nouns
And only truth wore the crown
She listened to words as if she was reading a good book
And if ones words didn’t match their behavior
Then she knew that she was listening to a mind crook
She untangled their words and threw away their hooks
Wisdom and folly are two extremes
Wisdom builds self esteem and folly takes one downstream
One is kind and one is mean
She always walked towards kindness and peace
Those two attributes were her centerpiece
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