
Ears are the eyes on the sides of our heads.
Atoning for what behooves us, our minds will be fed.
Our memory lives here, enclosed by apostrophe sticks.
When the heartbeat is in sync, our eardrums become fixed.
Like a musical note drumming out for fun.
Most times, forgetting our blessings be done.
But, as we walk through the halls,
Our destiny will call.
Addiction is not fiction.
It’s an acronym for ‘prediction’.
Where some are born addicted to sanity.
Others with a derelict afflicted for profanity.
As words of the Feather.
Will always flock together.
My poetic thoughts are not an-ant-ant-anti-antibiotic.
Just the distant cousin of the paralyzing narcotic.
Which doesn’t eliminate alcohol at all.
For drinking to infinity, you surely will fall.
Moderation of all things accelerates walking tall.
Communication and facilitation will benefit us all.
To some, this is a horse pill, hard to swallow.
But! “Where the head goes, the body will follow.”
Henry Lee Faulkner NCC USN Ret.
Guidance Against the Odds ©2016
