Our life mapped out before us,
That map now but smoldered ash,
A perfect happy journey,
Now all's left a final crash.
Our first steps felt so right,
Our hands enwrapped naturally,
Our eyes always the others gaze,
Our heartbeats as one perfectly.
Now on the cift edge I stand,
I turn to your hand held out to me,
Still I step back,
For I am stupid me!
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Author:
markziff (
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- Published: July 11th, 2021 23:09
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 32
Comments1
not so stupid, in my humble estimation
if you have the capacity to pen
such an insightful work of self-commentary..
(when we can recognize our limitations
we place ourselves
within-reach of opportunity
to realise, those possibility's
we're usually far - to self-involved: to see...)
thanks for sharing
Thank you, it was in response to an argument is had, where I should know better. 😊
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