The University of Hard Knocks
The University of Hard Knocks
A Graduate from the University of Hard Knocks
Walk away?
Ohhh No I didn't, neither did she,
My friends All went to school with me!
Sisters, daughters, grands too
We found out the hard way
we all thought we were free... doing it our way!
Compelled, we were, dancin into the flames;
No one else to blame, only the voice of shame
as we danced for our lives down the lane.
Red Flags wavin in the breeze,
to stop signs and forks in the road, we Never took heed!
And the day came, and most of us still lived and breathed.
Survivors, strong, wise and exhausted.... Blackbirds straining to be free.
The Alumni of the University.
Now we all know what lessons were learned thru the
Hard knocks of pain and sorrow,
that school never mentioned that other lane
where we could learn the same,
without the Pain or sorrow.
Each at our own pace we saw that other lane,
it was bright, and filled with light
and held elements of Love and Joy!
It was waiting around the bend,
we thought would never end.
It was called... Self Love University!
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