The beauty of a new life,
The blessings of fresh opportunities
The jinx of fresh perspectives
The judgment of those who stumbled.
It says: ” I’m not you”
“I think and act differently”
“I’ll walk without stumbling because I know better”
“I am me, not you!”
Until avoidable tragedy strikes,
And history repeats itself…
Until posterity is damaged,
And precious time is wasted.
If only the righteous will, beyond knowing, understand the delicate nature of standing,
And be weaned from foolishness, occasioned by pride;
It will become clear that the stumbled sees the ‘block’ better,
There is indeed no need for repetitions of pain.