All That Lies Before Your Soul Poem by Mark Heathcote

Form leisurely child a balanced opinion.
Be true-right unique to your-own, conviction.

Judge not the worldly or mentally-smart
Or that poor old lame horse before the cart.

Equal opportunities seldom are seen,
Often are zealously-guarded, by the mean.

Be fierce in principle but able to bend
And with your core beliefs, your-own-heart befriend.

Live not by cruel opaque regrets-alone
All that lies before your soul a steppingstone.