A Fool’s Path: Trust is a Bust!

Blame it on the nature of the game - stay positive - and make an adjustment - a nice poem.

The timings are right to facilitate the capture
Of death and destruction…
Meaningful ebbs erode
The sentimental flows of life’s callings;
Loads of credit are dishonorably excised -
And the fact that marriages end
Is without ownership
Of nearby shadows.

Love what you own -
And part with a grief all
That is now hopelessly lost;
Hope is structurally there,
And satisfies the unified morality
Of a new set of rules…
All are meant to remain
In effect for the launching
Of an authentic presence;
In the significant leverage
Of a lesson plan,
The students are found to be ignorant
And destitute;
Humility simply spars with us,
In the granting
Of loving and ridiculous trials.

Just be a well-worn, good friend to all -
The pay is worth it -
And you will discover that joy of possibilities -
And shall receive the positive, happy contacts
With those persons receptive and engaging
To your urgent calls…