Life Lessons

Ain't it always when we see

our reflection staring back at we,

it's cleaner than 'that other guys'

I suppose it comes as no surprise.

I listen to the stereo-types of those

I choose to be

At least I see the choice is mine.

At least the faults are recognized.

Ignorance is just indifference

with little chance to change the view.

A dirty window is still clear glass;

cleaning it is up to you.

A little chance is still a chance.

A little time can equal more.

Choose to strike an iron hinge

to open up the old oak door. 

Kurtis is a running man;

living-on-the-run type man.

Sex, cocaine, and drinking man

are why he's not a better man.

At least that's what the man will say,

excuses for his day-to-day.

Free Will's a bitch that tends to bite

when you abuse it day to day.

I forgive but not forget;

lessons for the life I live.

And carry on, to give and grow

and know, that becoming more than this;

than what was born and was done.

A vow to self and striving goal

to be

'born a broken man, 

but not a broken man'

and heal til' my life mends the whole.

Ever do I fumble

But twice the fumble makes only once the fool.

A rotten bushel is still a bushel full.

Pluck the ripened fruits to eat;

the lesson that life's not all that sweet.

The choice is yours, what fruits you use.

The tastes of life; on what you choose.

Kurtis chose the bitter life

and never changed by lessons learned

The son did so and will always grow

And both will live the life they've earned.