Lifes hard stabbing grind doesn't change, we as humans beings learn to rearrange. As times passes we become more mature, then learn remedies that really cure. If we live to be a ripe older age, we control more of what's written on our page, thus becoming wiser against lifes rage.
Self control becomes easier for most, only a fool continues to be the devils toast. Then again some never learn, immaturity still causes them to crash & burn. Life steps on the toes to hold down, then delivers the final blow to knock ground.
As the hands of the clock turn, lifes hard knocks teaches and we learn. Failing to understand or pass the grade, will have one drinking only sour lemonade. As lifes bitter waters flow, complete freeze ups bring only ice and snow. There will be no sweet drink, if we refuse to use our brains to think.
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
Wise words!!
Love Tinka