An Almost Made Up Poem

Poem By Charles Bukowski

I do the best I can to take heed to warnings.
And pay attention I try to do,
To observe those signs alerting me to obstacles...
On the road ahead as I journey through my life.
This I find is the right thing for 'me' to do.

And I do not advocate to others,
What I find for me is right.
I use to suggest and recommend.
But today...
After being told I believe I know 'everything'...
I say not a word when I see a boulder,
Rolling to endanger others.
My lips stay sealed.

I've learned from my own experience,
To jump clear out of the way.
And through this process...
My eyes have widened,
With an encompassing beyond given limits.

There is 'something' about receiving information,
Direct...
Than it is getting it second hand.
Eliminating the possibility of an argument,
Is a better position to take...
With a witnessing of lessons being taught.
To be delivered first hand.
There is nothing like it.

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