Things lost, things found…
My scattered memories reappear in wild dreams.
I remember forgotten face,
I remember forgotten places and
I remember the last conversations with great people, I have known.
Things lost, things found.
Just building blocks of a life,
the lessons making us wiser and stronger.
Our dreams is where we gather a life lived.
Once we were the students of great people and now,
we are the teachers of the children today.
I pray my mentors can see me trying to be like them.
I am teaching my grandchildren the right ways of life.
Like I was taught.
In life,
we are always the student and the teacher.
The children are watching us.
We must set the example of leading with concern,
kindness and we must listen, not lecture.
One day I will meet my teachers, my mentors.
I will thank them for showing me how to life.
Coyote
“listen not lecture” ~ truer words have never been said!
I go to a church. They say, “Go out to witness! Let the people know!”
But after many years I realized i am there to learn from them.
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You are right William. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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