10/22/23
Memories of failures, new and old
Often come to mind and take their hold
Dwelling on them rarely tends to cure
Wounds of battles past that we endure
Counsel sought and gained can often aid
A troubled soul, who then feels newly made
Alone, the soul is dark, but guided, bright
A mentor can give glimmer in the night
Memories of victory then shine
Credit though, is hardly ever mine
Friends and guides, companions on the way
Are truly to be thanked for this new day
Pilgrim Poet 