I’ve learned more tolerance as I’ve grown older. Perhaps people act strangely, but lets not be too quick to judge. We do not know what they are or have been dealing with.
Could I have learned it without having had the experiences that I have had? We always hope our children will – learn without the hard knocks.
Don’t look in my closet
At the secrets I keep
All’s fine on the outside
Just don’t look too deep
I’ve closed the door on the mem’ries
Shoved them all inside
Hoping they’ve drowned
From the tears that I’ve cried
I’ve heard others complain
About this and that
And it all sounded so minor
From the places I’ve sat
There are victims with burdens
Throughout the world
And into our closets
Our memories are hurled…

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