washing-machine

Youth is fleeting
While the heart’s still beating
Feeling there is some youth yet.
Mixed are lessons-
And learned is wisdom,
Age cannot forget.
The inner child gets restless-
And always available…
When instruction is left to learn.
So repeats the cycle-
Like a worn down appliance…
Fighting life’s twists and turns.
Hope for tomorrow
As the student becomes the teacher-
By learning through the pain…
And once you think you have it-
The road starts to turn…
And it’s back to square one again.