Somewhere along life's way the truth
gathers up innocence, then youth
falls easy prey to changeless ways
no one can thwart or trick or faze
Naivety, once stupid bliss
is wizened by Time's surly kiss
through lessons, futile to refute.
Life's teacher is a patient brute
...chasing seasons through hasting years
while doling out laughter and tears
in ways not unlike days of yore
as truth takes us on its grand tour
of Herculean leaps and bounds
while its fearless finesse confounds
answers once slick and full of prose
cut to the quick by knockout blows/no's
where everybody is fair game
and no one can exemption claim
when it comes to proving the truth
that starts with Innocence, then youth
With subtle ease the seasons turn
no one too young or old to learn
to love, to hope in God, to pray
And bless someone along life's way
Janet Martin
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