Empty
packages.
Life’s
lessons
arrive
like a
package
at the
door.
Different
shapes,
colors,
sizes.
Each
unique.
Each
with
something
inside,
to teach.
Once
opened.
The lesson’s
absorbed,
learned.
Becomes
part of
the whole.
Morphs the
recipient
into
someone
new.
Package
after
package
the character’s
formed.
Good,
bad.
All the
same.
Lesson’s
gleaned.
Empty
packages,
toss them
away.
Lesson’s
absorbed.
Recipient
altered.
No need
dwelling
on the
past.
Move
forward
wiser for
the delivery.
- Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 3rd, 2024 06:43
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 5
Comments2
There are some packages best not opened, that’s for sure . This poem tells me that life is a learning curve and a never ending one. There is much wisdom to be gained in the living. Pleased to stop by John.
Pleased to have you stop by. Thanks for reading my work
Such true words John, I have had countless packages in my long life.
Andy
Yup, me also. Thanks for reading Andy.
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