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| Wandering along a wild garden path |
| laid flat with loose bracken and burrs. |
| Bare feet, optimism, ready to laugh, |
| and a cheese sandwich, |
| it occurs to me that I've walked this path before. |
| In a time when walking was the way |
| in full skirts that would sway. |
| But then I'd naked feet too, |
| for some characteristics remain, |
| even in a new life change. |
| Then I tripped, and I fell. |
| In the distance rang out a bell |
| marking a change in time. |
| And my laughter rang clear. |
| I squashed my sandwich, |
| and hurt my rear! |
| For concentration is needed, |
| to refine the balance |
| of step upon step, |
| before past and future are met, |
| as we weave down this present |
| wild garden path, |
| our skills merely a crescent... |
| Well, let us laugh! |
| Take care, |
| don't walk so fast! |
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© Sara Smerdon |