Always that same old story,
but we just don’t seem to learn:
That failure is often a path to glory,
when we ignore the point of no return.
Always that same old speech,
but we just don’t seem to remember:
That righteousness we cannot teach,
to those who compromise or surrender…
to those who compromise or surrender…
Always that same old, same old
but its time that same old becomes new.
Some of our gambles we must fold,
And some of our dreams we won’t see through.
Some of our gambles we must fold,
And some of our dreams we won’t see through.
Image by Walfrido Garcia
What a lovely inspiring poem, I'm glad to hear a from you again, keep up the awesome posts,
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and the same old becomes new...
ReplyDeleteThe old becoming the new: isn't it almost ALL there is to life? I wonder.
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