Had the weekly Writers´Circle today - always a highlight in my week. The topic this week ( if you wanted to write on it, though not obligatory) was "Stepping Stones". I wrote a rather pessimistic poem on the subject. Probably influenced by the situation I`m in at present with a broken-hipped husband. Here it is.
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Stepping StonesThere are those who skim on the river of life
They wheel and cavort in the breeze.
There are others who swim, take their time, reach their goal.
Once achieved, then they do as they please.
Most people must wade, fight the current or drown
On their way many sink with no trace.
A few use the stones for help as they go
Take a grip, stop and rest, breathe a space.
But some are unlucky. They make for the stones
In the hope they can stay there a while.
But find they´re not stones, not a refuge at all
But cow pats in a great pile.
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With that miserable thought, adieu!
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