Fledglings

When fledglings grow and spread their wings
To be there as a prop if they fall
From any flings,
Mistakes made and tears wiped
Souls crying from hurts
With hearts torn
Yearning for acceptance
From any misdeed done
Realizing that life can never be in a past tense,
Advice needed and given
Patience tried and beaten
Till tears are dried and raised voices are even.

But how can you ever tell
That to get some things
One sometimes needs to go to hell,
Life is not always a bed of roses
Thorns come along
With these posies

Of things done away from the norm
Acceptance is a hinge
That never opens doors, but does more harm,
Rejecting as an outcaste
Who dares to overstep
The line that is bound fast,
By invisible walls
That cannot be measured,
All we can teach is to help them ease any fall!