Words You Will Find

With the years not yet lived

  to determine what’s right

 

You fake it with documents

  that block out the light

 

With experience weak,

  and its lessons still thin

 

Your words only scold

  venting anger within

 

What you want is in sight

  though beyond your best reach

 

And the trophy you hunt

  lost in dreams where you weep

 

But your tears leave a trail

  and your anger a sign

 

For the truth to reach out

  —and whose words you will find

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

 

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