Today I’m grateful for the wisdom that comes with age…
with understanding each day as I grow a little older…
perfection…
like love…
like beauty…
is in the eye of the beholder.
How can one survive,
a heart that can feel?
When a simple word,
can cut like sharp steel.
The human being,
hurts so many ways.
One day the body,
all of us betrays.
The mystery here,
is have we been shamed?
If all we have learned,
is how to be tamed?
The great ones have said,
there is a reason.
In every success,
there is a treason.
Only when coupled,
with the great divine.
will a man know peace,
in his lifes design.
Pass me the truth, friend
I live on shining waters
Must have been the wine