Lessons To Be Learned

At one time,
I wanted so much to please.
And do it in a way,
To have those I wanted to smile.
Knowing, I did...
This is what I wanted.
And nothing else,
Did I have a need to flaunt.

But an aging done,
Has a way in the doing...
That helps one review,
Those steps one places.
And those times just being there,
For someone else...
Has fewer of their footsteps made,
Traced to express the same concerns.

No one ever says,
Lessons to be learned...
Come easy to absorb.
But those who teach them...
When they are finally learned,
The quality of the air seems fresher to breathe.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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