Life is but a
long series
Of stepping
stones we cross...
Some easily
maneuvered,
Some slippery
with their moss.
With hindsight there to guide
us,
We could simply
forge ahead...
Not have to
deal with dangers,
That would
cause each of us dread.
If only we were
allowed,
The gift of
hindsight first...
How easy to
drink of success,
To satisfy
our thirst.
No reason for
decisions,
That
later went astray...
No call for
disappointment,
From going
the wrong way.
For everything
would be laid out,
No way could we
go wrong...
Yet life would
become boring,
No need for
being strong.
For hindsight
that is never wrong,
Would kill
our learning curve...
Derive us
of our challenges,
And leave us
without nerve.
©
02/15/09 Loree (Mason) O'neil
Midi playing is:
Away
