In living color, our past reflects
The sum of our wisdom, and pain
Each experience, a different wrinkle
Each loss, shown in the eyes
Of the beholder, who has chosen
To walk the path from the beginning, to the end
Some have been asleep, their journey
simply a dream
Yet, a lucky few, were awakened
To learn, the journey’s end was not the point
It was the journey, itself where the
Real Truth was..
Gained, and wisdom
Revealed.
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe