When friendships ceases to display benevolence unending Take heed to mind your own affairs and heal all that needs mending Where mortal mirth yet still unbirthed cries out for its own kind And keeps itself away from fiends that knows not its own mind So says the words of knowledge lived among the wise of life Who heap not doom on days to live nor wallow in pointless strife Cast not these words far from your thoughts nor give them shove to go But place them close to every moment you wish your life to hold For so is lived the best of life, for so is life complete And so ends those who shirk the chance and thus their lives deplete
Jade JaspersSaturday, November 28, 2020
For So is Life
Not every writer writes for fame and fortune. As a matter of fact that class of people is a reserved group of people none of the rest of the world's simple word users will ever be able to liken ourselves to. Then again, that was never the idea when most people first began writing. It was something we were taught, something we learned, something we were instructed to use through out our lives to sort out ideas and follow a pattern of thinking that would lead us to communicating with our own thoughts in a healthier way.