I wonder as I pondered away
What makes One act so strange
Is it the series of actions seen at that moment
Or the covert thoughts yet to be displayed
Still the thousands of events long processed
Would Man digest before he’s tagged to an act
Should it be why he is acting so Strange?
For this is what makes him so to himself
How is it that he failed this simple test?
There is no way such can befriend my child
Can I rethink this through by asking him why?
Thousands of thoughts will trail the mind
Yet few a action is cast to get a frame
That all were but wishful dispositions that lacked time
When the day is past and such actions gone.
Still their thoughts pour out eventually but sentimentally
Those dream actions locked with few encounters shared.
So like the rest we pour out our take
How this or that should be done but none to show it
And when indeed an example portrayed is cast
The kicks, disapproval and indifference beclouded
Very little may be the lesson learned
But better still the Wise has been schooled.
Yet one is slow to learn from a thousand stories told
Of Life History, Fiction or Prose so extensively sold
Though this is time to grade how one fared
Or how quickly thin or thick the lesson soared
Nevertheless what is there to tell
Mine is made and there is different sides to sell.