Training Wheels

Aren't training wheels really what friends bring to us, When we fall off life's bike as front wheel hits a rut? In the pain of the ground, our chagrin can displace All the confidence gained, much we trust from folk's space. For the world keeps on spinning, and past cannot cut The requirements the future throws under our bus! Mistakes mire us down, or can damage our tread, Some can rupture our fuel tanks and cause lethal fires, Though a few give you time to reflect on their case, With the worst quick reaction's required if you’d place! Too much scrutiny sometimes decides what transpires Where the outcome desired at times hangs by a thread! It’s in our dark moments that friends help the most, And real friends aren’t just band-aids applied to life’s pain, Their experience often is air your wheels need, They can help you find balance when you lust for speed, Their perspective of failure can help you to gain Some assurance one loss doesn’t mean that you’re toast! The thing that is best about friends: That they’re there! They’re not trophy’s you’ve won that need dusting to shine! So already a winner do you even bleed? Do those scurrilous feelings begin to recede? Is Christ’s death on the cross not life’s best Valentine? Is there something you dream of that you would compare? Long Tooth October 29, 2018