Habitual Rituals
what the young don't know
is what I did not know
when I was young
not too long ago
like never mind the lies
told by old folks
who thought they knew
but didn't know
those who we paid
too much attention too
believing that they had all
the answer too
let's just face facts
most of it wasn't true
all the things we did
not asking one time
why do we do
what we did
and what we still
continue to
passing it on to the next
like hand me downs
no disrespect to the wise
the greatest lie
ever told gets the prize
It's no surprise
that bright light blinds

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I always enjoy indulging myself in your poetry. Loved it like all your work. Your one of my inspirations. Thank you @Wize Dom.
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