A Lesson Learned
He falls, scraping unguarded knee.
The little boy, only age three,
Holds back his sad and youthful tears,
A lesson learned, kept all his years.
Small girl, in a dress of pink frills,
Trips chasing a friend up green hills.
Scolds for her ripped dress, all she hears.
A lesson learned, kept all her years.
Older now, but still a young teen,
With trained emotion, like machine
Teased if he slips and grinds his gears.
A lesson learned, kept all his years.
Now a schoolgirl, sees those with fame,
Paints her face in self-conscious shame.
Hiding herself from all her peers,
A lesson learned, kept all her years.
He grows old, now age forty-three
He needs to lead a family.
Always holding back all his fears.
A lesson learned, kept all his years.
Now her face is touched by age,
She sees the faint lines as her cage,
And so withdraws from any mirrors.
A lesson learned, kept all her years.
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