by ST
My childhood days are remembered a little faintly. Both happy times and foolish ways-- I'd not return To re-live or change-- I look forward, Even if a bit dubiously. Then came the years Of deciding what to be: Sampling enough of both good and evil Which fruits I tasted, I grew to know and desire what was sweet, Mourning bitterly the tasting that seemed wasted. I went out to bless and gather, But found myself the blessed, rather, And deep sank insight. When I married I meant to bless, And found myself a 'saint' much less Than ever I had considered: Still more insight gained. I bore a child, and she was all to me, As were my Church and Family. And more and more I knew What was worth most in Life, And what I wanted to do. Then more major trials came-- So deep I nearly drowned-- Lost my course and my direction; The storm was fierce and worsened. I could only 'hang on' Whatever rope I could grope with all I had Hoping rough seas would not continue longer. Suddenly all was changed-- I seemed in a different boat! (At least this boat did float . . .) If wisdom I have not gained, I know not how to name, Only call it "Experience".
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