I can only imagine the foolishness with which my words would appear
To a lens within an eye containing more than 26 years
but yet i digress from meanings I had once meant to convey
The words feel stern and humble, though through my tongue, its my heart that would say
impatience is reckless and prudence a prize
Wisdom clothed in practical thread yields a more beautiful bride
in the mind of the angry seasons change slow
blind to the loss of the moments that none will know
the ups and the downs are fabrics with which life is strewn
few tapestry arts created with fists tightly closed
a heart with an eye with focus only for pain
will stand in blue skies and wait for the rain
only to curse it when it does come
joy is not tailored for masses only for some
So it sits in the rain mistaken for pain
as blue skies re-appear it loses focus and waits once again
But healing is wholeness and ever the truth
those who love wisdom will discover with proof
That life is all giving and nothing is mine
Good things take moments, and Great things take time
