Slowly, slowly
One step at a time
Careful not to trip or cause a stir
Trying my best to do what I ought.
Life offers many situations
Some have their innate pleasure
Others with a bit more challenge
Which to choose – or is there even a choice?
Slowly, slowly
One step at a time
Careful not to trip or cause a stir
Doing what I ought, as I know I could.
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As a child, the tightrope was a game
We crawled, we walked, we ran
Never quite sure what was at the end
We knew however that someone was there in case we fell.
We grew up, that tightrope, a game no more
It held us by the arm, at times even by the neck
The challenges it brought, excited us no end
Still we walked; we even managed a dance.
The days passed; the tightrope now looks like a menace
Neither the game nor the challenge we used to enjoy
Now it has become our lifeline
Allowing us to let go of the past and carry on with the future.
Slowly, slowly
One step at a time
Careful not to trip or cause a stir
Knowing that I once could, can I give it another try?
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You've managed to say so much about life in your poem. Life is a balancing act and we approach it differently at different times in our lives. Well done.
ReplyDeleteI sometimes wish were that carefree child walking that rope and relying that someone would be there to catch me. As an adult not only do we walk that menace of a rope, but we do it while balancing it all and trying to keep our sanity. Great post Anne! I hope you're having a wonderful day!
ReplyDeleteOh I miss that feeling of carefree childhood. That there isn't so much bad stuff in the world. Oh how that changes.
ReplyDeleteVery good poem!!
I miss you Anne! I hope you're doing well and are just busy. I look forward to reading more of your amazing writing :)
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