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
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