Human Experience

Human experience is what I know:
I've been accepted and rejected, played
And lied to, and abandoned, and betrayed,
Made love in sunlight, dreamed, put on a show,
Revealed a hidden past (not long ago),
Made choices — drank, left when I should have stayed,
And sang, when all the noise I should have made
Was whispering, like footfalls in the snow.

That's why I don't pretend that my advice
Is any good to anybody. Sure,
I boldly plant my feet, pronounce a cure
For everything from climate change to lice,
But no one listens, though I'm very nice,
My voice is steady, and my heart is pure.