Where Fools Have Trod
Life is a most mysterious journey;
with dead ends; along the way;
sometimes, we need an attorney;
to disclose the light of day.
Each life has its very own dead ends;
where darkness guides their path;
none survive without love or friends;
where the demons only laugh.
All must face the season of sorrows;
when things seem to go wrong;
wisdom speaks of better tomorrows;
so, all of us, just go along.
Some regard life; much like a vacation;
believing they’re in control;
pride brings corruption and stagnation;
fatal diseases of the soul.
We often follow in the footsteps of others;
believing, they know the right path;
trusting the wisdom of sisters or brothers;
while demons stand by and laugh.
Success is a mythical mountain, we climb;
usually measured by love or gold;
while gold is for pride; love is sublime;
we usually choose love; when old.
Pride was the seed; planted above;
watered by enemies of God;
some of us choose pride over love;
the path where fools have trod.
Monty 6.23.26. # 3,218