there is a well trodden path
leading to the road
to disappointment...
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There is wisdom written into this poem for those that have eyes to see, a life lesson to bless a quest wisdom seeking mind.
I wrote the poem 'Wisdom Written In Wise Words', inspired by my reply to a comment on the poem 'A Well Trodden Path To Disappointment', by an anonymous commenter 'Truth Hurts', and dedicated to people seeking kindness walking in wisdom.
On a serious note for a serious reader, a child writing this is proclaimed a child genius, and the aim of countless great artists was to write and create like a child. Stream of consciousness writing and Picaso have such aims. 'As if written by a child' is a compliment in art cycles : )
I wrote the poem 'A Child's Inherent Virtue: Is Innocence As Creative Potential', inspired by my reply to a comment on the poem 'A Well Trodden Path To Disappointment', by an anonymous commenter 'Truth Hurts', and dedicated to people seeking kindness walking in wisdom.
Actually a lot of psychology friends had a lot of fun with this comment by 'Truth Hurts', exploring the perceived damaged mind of a person who starts with a sorry, then attempts to string with a scorpion venom. 'Pure pants and a metaphor for caught with pants down delighted the room.
I wrote the poem 'Pure Pants A Metaphor Caught With Pants Down', inspired by my reply to a comment on the poem 'A Well Trodden Path To Disappointment', by an anonymous commenter 'Truth Hurts', and dedicated to people seeking kindness walking in wisdom.
Sorry Terry this is just pants. Pure pants. As if written by a child.
I wrote the poem 'Truth Hurts Wisdom Time Heals', inspired by the above comment on the poem 'A Well Trodden Path To Disappointment', by an anonymous commenter 'Truth Hurts', and dedicated to people seeking kindness walking in wisdom.
Why do I love the poem 'A Well Trodden Path To Disappointment' so much? It takes me back to the opening of one of my earliest poems 'Perspective Stand'. 'There are those that pass, unseeing. They walk blindly, seeing only what they hope to gain. And for them, emptiness...'