Kinetic

A poem about being patient; about learning from the past.

   It stood upon the edge
staring down into the abyss below--unknown

   It pondered the meaning of such an edge;
the purpose of such an abyss--heeded

   It shrank back from both

   For to dream of dreams thus far away
   Can sometimes lead the mind astray
   Life is slow and subtle at times
   'tis easier to ignore, avoid 'twixt the lines
   Though we don't always like what we see
   There's always one inevitability
   Life works out, one way or another

   It gazed out up over the horizon
unsure of direction, of cause--noble?

   It looked down into It's hands;
clasped a key, gold, yet worn--knowledge

   For wisdom cannot be had without failure
   Nor experience without kinetic tenure
   All that we are and all that we will be
   Is unlocked by a worn and wearied key

   It smiled briefly and turned away
from the edge and abyss--wisdom