Wise

My dear friend told me I was wise
That's when I gazed into her eye

Sadden for I know tis come at
Such a cost, at a price

One ounce of wisdom is knowledge
Of mistakes times thrice

I know of love, I failed there too
The joy, elation, the break up ensue

I know of death and what it can do
What it means to me when it comes my due

Of pride and place, be humble without clue
For someday God's eye will be gazing into you

May 29,2012

poem by Midnights Voice
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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