In our lives we have good days,
We have bad days,
But each day we are here
We learn something new,
And that is called experience.
With that experience
The bad days become less and less.
So remember that we have got to this place,
This place of age, by experience.
Our own experience.
So for every day that we arise,
Arise into the new day
Be grateful.
Each day is wonderful
When each new day comes to us,
As experience cannot be taught.
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Experience surely cannot be taught; that is so profound a statement to think a about. Thanks so much for sharing.
Thank you crypticbard, most grateful.
Andy
Sings : Oh, things can only get better' - except when I sing?! lol.
very true Orchi
one might well argue that experience is the mother of knowledge .. rightly or wrongly I'm gonna stand by that .. until some bright spark comes along and proves me wrong ... until then tho' tis a no brainer ... Neville 🙂
That is certainly true Neville, without experience we would be nowhere.
Andy
What have you got if not experience?
A practice proven and is tried and true:
Ignore it and you have incompetence;
This a warning to me rather than you.
Thank you for your kind words Dave.
Andy
Your attitude to each day is so inspiring dear Andy --- being grateful will bring us the best experience. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and the music.
My pleasure Fay, to me each day is always special.
Andy
Nice Piece
Thank you Lincoln.
Andy
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