Life In Quick
First breath, dry and new, then too cry with sound, also new. Curious beginning.
Venture forth through blindness of color, handicaps surrender to teachings via
mother, fathers voice frightens, loud as a gong but he makes us strong. Stability
grows in both balance and bone, rise from the crawl and stride first narrow then
wide with pride. Run and sport, knowledge vs. instinct, error and lesson are all
absorbed, accepted or aborted, take on the progression. Aggravation, alienation,
company and motivation. A speaker a thinker, with tools can tinker and gain yet
more in stride. Age and obtain the hint of rage and its terrain, harness both man
and beast, share their desire and unleash the newly tamed. Choices in constant
succession through life and relevance, retract with caution and advance awake. Pro
create and pass the experiences wisely. Grow tired, weary, realize it is only time,
years, some are long others short, importance is that they in any number not be
wasted. Lay down now and rest, last breath, smile, a good life without denial, a
beautiful legacy of think through ink.
Copyright © Ryan Wegenast | Year Posted 2011
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