The act of aging is no blight;
unless I’m wrong, I could be right –
An act of love is no mistake,
except for those who cannot wait.
Patience is a virtue, dear;
and now I’ve learned too late I fear.
Goodness goes in time of need,
a boon bestows on act and deed.
Courage girds the buckling knees;
virtuous words, a couple of “please.”
Forgive, forget, two acts of right;
to live regret, will stew all night
and cast a pall of rue at light.
That plum I ate? was aged so;
if truth be told, I now admit,
(in aftermath, you need to know)
It wasn’t that good –
so get over it!
Copyright © 2011 Marvin Loyd Welborn. All Rights Reserved.