To Be Wise

What makes a person wise? Reaching for the skies? The schemes they devise? Or knowing life’s true prize? I’ve heard early to and early to rise makes a person healthy, wealthy and wise. If being wise is showing experience, good judgement and knowledge, can you be wise without going to college? I mean, does it really matter how you climb the ladder? Are some ways wise, while others you are certain to meet your demise? You decide.

You see, there was a man of wealth, who stepped on everything, even good health, chasing his wealth. He lied, he cheated, he stole, trying to reach his goal. Working his fingers to the bone, with far too much pride wanting to be known, while reaching for a false throne. He was trying to make a good impression, in a world ruled by obsession, where you are judged by your possessions.

But success he did achieve, still he grieved, feeling a bit naive. While having parties the chain, looking at faces of cellophane, thinking, was it all in vain, trying his best to stay sane. He can no longer hide the pain inside, health fading fast, how long will he last. No one to talk to, thinking, what shall I do? Because in his world it’s a must to have a lack of trust. He can’t let anyone get too close, he’s looking at faces of ghosts and feeling so alone, he has reached The Twilight Zone. He’s thinking about putting a gun to his head and pulling the trigger, for he also knows his wife is just a gold digger. Was he wise? In this twisted society does wisdom come in different varieties? Did he attain life’s true prize? Again, you decide.

And on the same token, there was a woman that refused to be broken. Life she truly did adore, even though she grew up poor. Good values her mom did instil, while taking her to church, so a good life she could build. She had no idea that what she was taught would cause her dreams to be fulfilled.

Now her so called friends would taunt her and her dreams they tried to slam, saying, if you want hang with us you have to get with the program. Even though her feelings were bruised, she flat out refused. So they hissed and they booed, trying their best to make her come unglued but what they didn’t know, the young woman was Shrewd. For she knew, on the surface it looked like fun but when you hit that brick wall you’re all done. There were times she wanted to stray but she remembered what her mom would say, go to your self and pray, she was able to make another day.

But her so called friends wanted to party and swing, shake their groove thing and little in life they did achieve because they were far too busy deceiving and being deceived. While they were on there way down she had her head held high and started to fly, very high. Standing tall, for her life is complete and very sweet.
Now was she wise? Did she attain life’s true prize? You decide. On the other hand, her friends will they stay blue? Are they through? Absolutely not, life will give you another shot.
Some people, from a distance can spot there crown, others it takes a beat down but, they make very good preachers and teachers. For what better way to know the format than Been There, Done That.

So it don’t matter about this twisted society, wisdom does come in different varieties. And your crown, you can envision for in this life it’s totally your decision. BE WISE…

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I once was walking in the dark , I thought I was living the life. Thank goodness for Rehab. They started to set thing right, It was there I found The Lord and and saw the Light. Now these poems I started to see and hear. When they come in sight I write. Thank You LORD. Now all the other, the past is, how they put it. Just water under the bridge. GONE. Never to return. Now I am Just a laid back kind of guy, Who's about to spread his wings and fly away to a brighter day.
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