Said the wise man to the maid:

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“There just isn’t enough time.

Forget about minutes,
there aren’t enough years
to share what I’ve learned
through fist-fights, lovers, wins, and tears.

I don’t have much to give you,
I don’t have much to say,
I have no truth that’s truth pristine,
just clear account of all my days.

There is no gold inside of me,
but I have wealth in history.

My bang ups and my F-ups,
my ridiculous successes,
the choices that weren’t left up

to me –

– and some i failed to see.

 

The hurts that hurt but never showed.
The gifts that slippery fate bestowed.

 

I will not tell you not to lie,
I will not tell you not to cheat,
I’ll not prescribe or specify
technique for good life on repeat.

But I will tell you this:

I’ve got your back
I’m on your side,

no end,

beside.

I won’t see
your every step and stumble
nor be near every catch and fumble

I won’t.

But you’re strong
and you’re able

so don’t

you

worry

about

you.

 

There’s a lot of life that’s left to live
and few of us will take it.
Just don’t wait till you’re my age ‘cause
there’s no gain to fake it.

It is a secret ‘tween us now,
though everybody knows it;
and only those who keep their spark
will live a life that shows it.”

 

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