DESPITE UPS AND
DOWNS
If we could
just embed into life’s stumbling stones
some polished
rock to soften the gait we walk,
we could press
on without footstep fears of toppling.
Some insist it’s
only natural to look down,
forewarned is
forearmed, but left out of this maxim
is the false
notion life is perfect, without grit,
smooth as gems,
in no way malformed, not at all
the labyrinthine
journey that despite ups and downs,
we feign is a
joyride of amusement.
The hour is
late. Make the best of it.
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