Life LessonsA Poem by J. B.
Ain't it always when we see
our reflection staring back at we, it's cleaner than 'that other guys' I suppose it comes as no surprise. I listen to the stereo-types of those I choose to be At least I see the choice is mine. At least the faults are recognized. Ignorance is just indifference with little chance to change the view. A dirty window is still clear glass; cleaning it is up to you. A little chance is still a chance. A little time can equal more. Choose to strike an iron hinge to open up the old oak door. Kurtis is a running man; living-on-the-run type man. Sex, cocaine, and drinking man are why he's not a better man. At least that's what the man will say, excuses for his day-to-day. Free Will's a b***h that tends to bite when you abuse it day to day. I forgive but not forget; lessons for the life I live. And carry on, to give and grow and know, that becoming more than this; than what was born and was done. A vow to self and striving goal to be 'born a broken man, but not a broken man' and heal til' my life mends the whole. Ever do I fumble But twice the fumble makes only once the fool. A rotten bushel is still a bushel full. Pluck the ripened fruits to eat; the lesson that life's not all that sweet. The choice is yours, what fruits you use. The tastes of life; on what you choose. Kurtis chose the bitter life and never changed by lessons learned The son did so and will always grow And both will live the life they've earned.
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Added on September 10, 2017 Last Updated on September 11, 2017 AuthorJ. B.NYC, NYAboutFeminist Anti-Trump MMA instructor Musician/Composer Activist USMC veteran Intellectual Kink and sex-positive advocate more..Writing
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