A Wise Person.

Goldfinch60



In this life you hear it,

Hear so much rubbish

Spoken by so many.

The words just come out,

Come out without thought,

Almost like turning on a tap,

The words flow without any truth.

What you must do is remember,

Remember what a wise person would do.

A wise person would fill their brain,

Fill their brain with truth,

Truth and meaningfulness

Before emptying their mouth.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 18th, 2022 01:21
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments4

  • Doggerel Dave

    Squeezed sponge doesn’t absorb any moisture.
    Silence doesn’t imply anything learnt.
    There’s some folks remain closed as an oyster;
    But to question what is truth is to get burnt.

    However, I can't stand the garrulous either, Andy.

    • Goldfinch60

      Thanks for your words Dave, much appreciated.

      Andy

      • Neville

        Your

        "Squeezed sponge doesn’t absorb any moisture.
        Silence doesn’t imply anything learnt.
        There’s some folks remain closed as an oyster;
        But to question what is truth is to get burnt"

        is quite splendid DD & in my opinion, worthy of its own page .. N

      • 2 more comments

      • Fay Slimm.

        You describe well the need for wise words today Andy - - thank you for the reminder that we live in a careless world.

        • Goldfinch60

          Thank you for your kind words Fay.

          Andy

        • arqios

          The negative thoughts that are birthed and entertained are myriad. Then they produce in turn suspicion and distrust, narrowed mindedness and intolerance. So crazy. So true. Thanks for sharing.

          • Goldfinch60

            Thank you cb for your insight.

            Andy

          • Neville



            A point exceedingly well postulated Andy ... Neville

            • Goldfinch60

              Thank you Neville, most kind.

              Andy



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