A blend of hidden fortune and hidden trauma
That later evolution of the concerned human person
Sometimes might not get over it
Shallowed trauma can be life threatening
Holistic bliss therein could outlive those memoirs
Sometimes could be the standpoint of sunny times
That if a trauma draws you back in the early years might be the turning point of a later years.
Anyways old age lives on memory
At the penning of this poem early morning
I did hear a lass telling a toddler girl
"Why did you drown the soap in the water?"
Empiricism! empiricism!!
The older the age the more empiricism grows,the best homily to the animal spirit
Wouldn't she have made that mistake had she being a little bit younger?
Wouldn't she have drench the soap like the crazy toddler?
Empiricism plus infinity , empiricism galore,action plus knowledge empiricism grows .
As the thread of golden memoirs harvest the commonsenses,in the cascading consignment of action at sea less breach of duty perspires
Those not able to recall this wonderful memoir are bound and doomed so to say crash into the impuissant rock of ignorance
Ignorance is a plague
As mortals grow older the mnemonics slow down but not so to consumers of nemnonics .
The exact implications could be dire but we could not skid it so glaring in the golden morn of those who sing and those who weep.
That if a man is so intelligent it doesn't guarantee ultimate triumphs in life but it does matter
So use your memory use your thinking cap
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