Life in this world is only a stage;
a season in a cycle of reality;
sent to live and openly engage;
like learning to play a calliope.
A seed was planted in heaven;
now, rising up thru the ground;
the bread, preparing to leaven;
its energy, is where love is found.
Many times, I’ve given an oath;
yet, never fulfilled that vow;
those, served as times of growth;
to make me more faithful, now.
Failure is not meant, a destination;
it’s more like stopping for fuel;
sometimes it may, lead to frustration;
even a wise man, can be a fool.
Every year, I’m a little bit taller;
and a little bit wiser, too;
though I’m by no means a scholar;
some wisdom will have to do.
Sometimes we grow, more than expected;
and our energies grow in short spurts;
and yet, our knowledge is often rejected;
and, no matter our age; it hurts.
Most of this life causes growing pains;
emanating from the energy within;
and tho this life is about growth’s gains;
it’s in infancy, that all lives begin.