As many hailers
Come before and during
To be happy or wailers
The aftermath
Left to paddle as sailors
To oceans and carved paths

It is not for everyone
Let none say to you otherwise
It require no magic wand
Just for you to be wise
Without vice
From timing to partner
Fuming or scatter
Your choice and chains
Your losses or gains

Nothing like air without which you die
A journey of impossible return
Without your hearts nod, do not lie
Your instincts, do not defy
Wait before your heart's turn
Each to his lane and time
Leave your happiness for none to define

A journey it is
Flexible or rigid
Some went early and came bruised
Others late but with good fruits
You be ready first, age can wait
Like river, neither curved nor straight
Each to their own, freedom or cage

Many married,
Several divorced
Most were carried
But got their hearts gorged
Create for you, yours
Find you a time at your pace
Listen to you not age
Succumb to your inner sage
Avoid if possible
The aftermath brings no Oracle
The peace and freedom count
Let alone the amount
It is marriage, nothing like air
You can survive,
You will be fine
You can stay clear.

~Godfred (Gee)

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