Have you ever seen some one miss the picture?
Shaking hands, he idly stands, always with a sir yes sir.
It is quite the sad state to not know ones thought.
Ever agreeing, never seeing, power the brain has sought.
Each of us needs to be convinced of themselves.
Seeking truth, an open booth, knowledge formed into wells.
A pool of your own experience through the ages.
To be remembered, not surrendered, wisdom of the sages.

Do you know how many notches are on your house key?
Ever looked? Too overbooked? It only takes a second to see.
That was an every day object, was your guess close?
Son or daughter, mother father, have you digested your dose?
Have you absorbed all you can from your encounters?
Interacting, rapt listening, use all of your waking hours.

Better yet, use even as you find yourself sleeping.
Have a dream, let it gleam, consider it the mind weeping.
It is trying to tell you about what actually matters.
True feelings, deep meanings, forget the idle chatters.
Walk a little slower, make time for questions.
Its all new, like Bothew, can’t hurt to hear some suggestions.