Gathering lessons learnt We correct our course And, start again
Knowing the pitfalls of certain tracks We attempt to avoid, not contemplate Having learnt those lessons Deeply hoping they won’t relocate
But they do, they reappear in different forms again and again along our life given tracks never leaving, always sneaking until we become our great lessons learnt
Purified by wisdom’s beauty to share with fellow human beings who care to learn from other people’s mistakes rarely needing to leave one’s path to gather lessons old and out-of-date.
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Reviews of "We move in one direction...end up somewhere else"
Can't add to Sage's sage morsels or Felix' findings, except to say uh-huh, yes, that sounds too familiar, lol! Oh but thats the guts of life. The struggle sometimes has more worth than the destination. In this we learn the best lessons and come to know ourselves. Can be painful tho. Great write, Suz...Lin
WEre here to live and learn~! Your poem reminds me of the style of my writing- ~Plant a SEED and WATCH it Grow~ and...It will you know. GREAT Poem Suzie- one that follows by example- I truly agree with your philosophy and soon you will see--- Warmly and Sweetly,Sheee -I will be reading you more-
Sage words. A poem that teaches us to learn from our expersiences so as not to make the same mistakes we have done in previous attempts. Thanks for sharing this wonderful gem.
Abdi-Noor
Ahhhh Suzie for a young lady you have a great grasp on the reality of life. We do sometimes have to repeat the same mistake many times before the lesson is learned and all too often we tend to ignore the help and advice of wiser people who have learned those lessons.
A Just write,
Felix
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on September 19, 2005
Yet we still keep fumbling. But gotta keep on keeping on.
Intelligent philosphy..
All we can do is offer a positive thought. It is up to those to act accordingly and think positively. I think this poetry says something about tracks left on the trail. Pouring plaster of paris in these tracks and making a cast from the quick-setting paste of what animal has trodded here lets us track those tracks and life's lessons are reanimated in old bones to discover that life still lingers in them, "But they do, they reappear in different forms
again and again along our life given tracks
never leaving, always sneaking
until we become our great lessons learnt."
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blessin's Sis. Suzie!
cynth'ya lewis reed
Abdi-Noor
Regis
This is where wisdom all began. Experience is always the best teacher if the listener has an open mind. Very well written, my friend.
A Just write,
Felix
Intelligent philosphy..
again and again along our life given tracks
never leaving, always sneaking
until we become our great lessons learnt."
Sage