Foolish is the lad that does...
all his life just as it was.
A tale of woe bound to rewrite
Repeating for his own delight
each error and each slight of tongue
each off key pitch so badly sung
Thinking that the tides would change
without the means to rearrange
One meager thing, one simple flaw,
still blinded by the things he saw
so sure in heart he should prevail
in travels of familiar trail
yet even though he’d wish it so
a different end he’d never know
for firm were all the steps he’d take
those carbon copies of mistakes
awaiting him at every turn
the lessons he would not discern
blinded by his every yearn...
this foolish lad just would not learn
Deo Volente
March 2, 2009
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