Twisted leaves fall silently to the ground
The circle of life continues around
Innocence will not stay for long
Ignorance with love is much too strong
Suffering from within is not meant or taught
Compassion for one is not sold or bought
With thought in narrow through a funnel you fall
The mind starts out big, but ends up too small
Hatred and Fairness, can they both be the same?
If you don’t know the difference, they can in this game
You do what you see without fault as you grow
Embedded in mind you reap what you sow
Sorrow is not what beginnings are for
Tomorrow and yesterday will equal much more
Too many with knowledge is what I concern
For the teacher to teach, must be willing to learn
Joe Callari