I could be a wiseass, back
Then, when I was far from
Wise, kind of knew little of
Sorrow, less of pure joy, a
Bit of okay days, and, to be
Fair, had my appreciation
For things that would come
To matter, to mean, to be
Important, have the weight
Of significance. So, yeah, I
Was an ass, a snotty kid, a
Bit wet behind the ears like
A mewling kitten, but I saw
Where all this was heading
And I followed in the right
Direction. Older and wiser,
But far from wise, I seek a
Path as straight, curved, as
Multi-directional, as I can. A
Path every wiseass knows
As her own. Her very own.
Tag Archives: Life
Saving graces
We can't save our loves from
Their fate, their anxiety. Their
Path is a parallel journey we
Share. We can not even save
Ourselves. Who can steer away
Clear of the shallows and the
Rocks, of life's pitfalls and the
Dangers that come to us all
From living, through life's path.
We see when love isn't enough.
It doesn't stop our heartbreaks.
We are saved by loving but we
Can not save the other or get
Either of us safely home. It all
Happens too fast and moves
At a snail's pace, we seek and
Then we avoid, tripping over
Our desires, protecting and
Worrying. Worrying, unable
To protect ourselves or our
Beloved in life's uncertainties.
Tamara, really 