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Experience

Experience

When does it begin? Only when knowledge is retained,
he's only just out of uni, the boss recently complained,
a tongue delivers it's message like a nice privilege
you never realised it had such a perforated edge,

From bed to boardroom, we're learning all the time,
armoury increases until paintbox becomes sublime,
a whole range from fielding brickbats, dealing with expats,
soaking up skills, changing wardrobe, deriding fat cats.

I never knew about that - there's always something,
the first time, they laughed, 'clevercogs,' they so sing;
baby looks at sunset, sees brightness, maybe that's all,
now we're older, experienced, wonder at beauty's call.

They come to my counselling office, expected to deliver,
I tell them: 'Ask God inside and you must be the giver.'

 

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Tony Taylor

Ah TERRY!!....with time......with foresight.....with true searching....we come to a place where experience becomes such an important tool in the human arsenal.....you have conveyed with such poetic grace.....its importance and its inevitability......this reads beautifully aloud my friend......ALL STARS & PINNED!!......LOVE & ROCKETS!!......T xo  :  )

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Terry Reeves

Hi Tony Sir,
Thanks so much for the pin.
You have more experience than me!
Keep well and stay safe.
Love,
Terry.
xoxo :)

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