Lessons

Life is full of them

Some are expected

While others unplanned

The key is to walk away wiser

LIfe is littered with them

Some are really tough

While others really easy

The solution is simple

Remember reflection is

The key to walk away wiser

Remember applied knowledge is

The simple solution

Life is only hard if you make it hard

The solution maybe simple but for many

It is far from easy for them to see

What truly needs to be for you and for me

The path is there you too can be

You simply have to open your eyes and see

What's true to you and true to me

You and I are the same you see

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Riddle Number 9

I am ever present

Breaks are for slackers

I am the delivery person

For all things good or bad

I am timeless and timely

Time is a tool in my belt

Right next to age and space

To the left of light

I carry the universe in my back pocket

I am beyond reason, thought or explanation

I am the only constant in a transitioning world

I can wield the seasons like weapons

Fall to wither leaves

Winter to chill bones

Spring to brighten moods

Summer to relax

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The Beach

My favorite place to see

There's no place I'd rather be

The tide comes in

The tide goes out

With the smell of the open sea

I am as happy as can be

The tide comes in

The tide goes out

The sounds of the waves

Are one of my personal faves

The tide comes in

The tide goes out

The feel of the wind on my face

I never want to replace

The tide comes in

The tide goes out

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Riddle Number 8

I am every shape, size and color

I am sweet, sour and salty

I am cheap and expensive

I am found on every continent

I am the joy of the young and the the old

From the very boring, to the very bold

I can last for years and years

Or be gone in an instant

I come in a plethora of packages

In glass, paper or plastic

I've been around far, far longer

Then your great, great grandmother

I am chilled to the bone

Or kept warm on a shelf

I'm the goal of

Every child's allowance

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