A Piece Of Word, By My Friend.

"Life is hard; be steel; be a rock."

"Life is a soft loam; be gentle; go easy."

And this too might serve him.

Brutes have been gentled where lashes failed.

So does desire 

So does a rich soft wanting.

Without rich wanting nothing arrives.

Tell him too much money has killed men

And left them dead years before burial:

The quest of lucre beyond a few easy needs

Has twisted good enough men

Sometimes into dry thwarted worms.

Tell him time as a stuff can be wasted.

Tell him to be fool ever so often 

And to have no shame over having been a fool

Yet learning something out of every folly

Hoping to repeat none of the cheap follies

Thus arriving at intimate understanding

Of a world numbering many fools.

Tell him to alone often and get at himself

And above all tell himself no lies about himself

Whatever the white lies and protective fronts 

He may use against other people.

Tell him solitude is creative if he is strong

And the final decisions are made in silent rooms.

Tell him to be different from other people

If it comes natural and easy being different.

Let him have lazy days seeking his deeper motives.

Let him seek deep for where he is born natural.

Then he may understand Shakespeare

And the Wright brothers, Pasteur, Pavlov, Michael Faraday

And free imaginations

Bringing changes into a world resenting change.

He will be lonely enough

To have time for the work

He knows as his own.