As we grew old we never thought what life might bring to us. We listened through the years to the Wise but never thought we would survive, however, as we aged, we wondered how we made it without the cry the Wise made. The Wise, of course, are always right, but we would never listen. They knew the in and out of things just the way they happened. But we, of course, with heads so strong could not believe that we were wrong. Wise see all things at present, and in time, forsee the far, but again, we took for granted what the Wise have said before. Take heed, listen: The Wise are always there, believe you me--they know what's best, for themselves have been there.
Reason for writing:
Life Expereinces
Birth sign: Libra
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