To The Wise
Life usually begins, as an uphill climb;
with very little past, to remember;
our memories accelerate; by design;
January turns into December.
For many years, we’re in total control;
chasing after our fondest dreams;
then suddenly; we’re in a passenger’s role;
where nothing is what it seems.
No longer are we looking for tomorrow;
our memories have taken control;
dwelling in past heartbreaks and sorrow;
sadness envelops our soul.
I long for those days; so long ago;
times I forever will miss;
frolicking together in a wintry snow;
enjoying my very first kiss.
A kiss is the promise of a love to come;
it should never be made in vain;
a prelude to two hearts; becoming one;
the sharing of all joy and pain.
Often that kiss is the promise of lust;
without thoughts of tomorrow;
no one can love; one they can’t trust;
it brings both of them sorrow.
Fall in love; with the one who loves you;
external beauty is the devil’s disguise;
love dwells in a mind; not from our view;
the greatest love; belongs to the wise.
Monty 9.26.25. # 2,988